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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...

When You Start Growing

I will tell you life is hard, and laugh right back at you...
I will tell you crying makes it uneasy, and smear the tears
I will tell you I have met eyes that never smile 
I will tell you I have met loneliness that doesn't speak at all
I will tell you I have sat in the same room where life felt empty
I will tell you I have sat looking at someone who just doesn't want to go home 
I will tell you relationships are hard, and will hold your hands right away
I will tell you cold shoulders are greasy but it's the intense warmth that makes you shiver
I will tell you I have met people for who love was the only thing until they picked being lonely
I will tell you relationship devors decorum like a wolf feasting on fresh carcass
I will tell you vultures gather to eat what pains the most, yes the lost ones
I will tell you dark is hard, but directions are easier when unseen
I will tell you what itches me is constant pain
I will tell you how naked I am in reality but no one wants to see you sad
I will tell you how it all begins 
It all begins when you start growing 
*painting courtesy - Debjit Paul - Pinterest Profile 

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