Out in the world, ruthless as hell,
Beaten and battered on and on,
I thank my parents the most,
For teaching me how to thrive.
In a bloody soup of all problems,
I’ve learned to stay afloat,
Under all sorts of crisis,
I’ve cried, yet never gave up.
Besides this world filled with hate,
Love, in the purest form, exists,
And I shall make my momma proud,
For she made me who I am.
It matters not what shall come,
How crazy life can get,
I’m my daddy’s little warrior,
I’m the ruler of my destiny.
It’s the same roads we’ve driven,
More times than I can count,
The icy trails just add on,
To the warmth, I feel within,
I felt so safe sipping my coffee,
With you right by my side,
Always smiling, yet so cautious,
Ah! I felt the warmest…
On winter drives with you.
But fate played such a twist,
For on the same roads that we drove,
You were snatched right before my eyes,
Now, the roads are forever red,
Stained in your blood,
And even the summer breeze,
Makes me feel cold,
Ah! I feel the chilliest…
On summers without you.
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I’ve got this way with words,
Is it a blessing or is it a curse?
To feel everything so deeply,
To be shattered so gravely,
Ah, a curse it must be, I say.
But then I fly so high,
Feel euphoric in the smallest joy,
Hope never leaves my side,
Even when despair takes over my life,
Ah, it’s a blessing, I admit.
Only to be swallowed whole,
Into the depth of darkness never seen,
Yet I rise again, every time,
I smile, and I fly,
I laugh, and I cry.
Oh, I’m tired!
Pour me some wine,
Let me relish the high,
And ride the chaos,
For I am, and always shall be,
The QUEEN!
For NaPoWriMo Day 3
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A dilemma I faced in the days of yore,
Between a path laid out for me,
And chasing my heart,
I took a step with my trembling feet,
As I crushed, what set me apart.
Long I walked, with my head held high,
As my soul withered like the autumn leaves,
Soon there was nothing left,
I survived on pills,
Marching towards my ruination.
That’s when I heard a frail call,
More like a little girl’s rebellion,
And I took a bold step, did a 180,
Claimed back the reins of my life,
Solo, I rode away.
There were dreams shattered,
Faith dwindled,
But I ran, and ran, and ran,
Let my heart lead the way,
Until I was finally free.
Sometimes I still wonder,
How different life would have been,
Would it be easier?
But I made a choice,
My soul is satisfied.
For NaPoWriMo Day 2
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You huff and puff,
Then, gulp, gulp, gulp,
Cigarettes and whiskey,
Taking you up, up, up,
You trip and you fall,
Then, you slur, slur, slur,
Tripping high, falling low,
Everything’s slow, slow, slow,
You think you rule,
But world’s cruel, cruel, cruel,
So, you huff and puff,
Then, gulp, gulp, gulp,
Cigarettes and whiskey,
Taking you up, up, up.
For NaPoWriMo Day 1.
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I hear his scream,
And I rush to his room,
And I see him,
Trying to move.
I offer him a hand,
He shakes his head,
As he tries to stand,
And get out of the bed.
He winces at every step,
And my heart just breaks,
He lets out a yelp,
And my insides crack.
I wish I could help,
Take away all his pain,
But all I can do is stay,
And watch in vain.
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Free-spirited soul, happy & glee,
What a beautiful lie she weaves!
Ambitions she has, that she chases,
But that’s just one of her phases.
Every moment, her colour changes,
She pretends to be perfect,
But in reality, she’s deranged,
Her insecurities run deep within,
She trusts no one, not even herself,
Her mind is a pool of negativity,
She’s filled with toxic insecurities,
So, she cuts herself to get rid of it.
And you say you love her,
Like she’s the light of your life,
But how can she light up anything,
When her insides are rotting?
How can she give you anything,
Besides headache and miseries?
Oh, darling, you fell in love,
With a girl not worth loving.
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I’ve had my heartbroken,
And I’ve shattered a few,
I don’t know what life has for me,
I’m lost without a clue,
As fickle-minded as I am,
I change my direction every time,
Going round and round in circles,
I’m dizzy, life seems like a circus,
I have no idea what I am doing,
Nor do I know where I am going,
But I want to stop for a while,
Rest my heart and close my eyes.
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If my ribcage were a wishbone,
To give a second chance,
To my battle scarred heart,
Or I had some magic potion,
To heal all my bleeding wounds,
I would be tempted to use them all,
To once again, feel new and whole.
But I would fight past my temptations,
And wear my battle scars with pride,
As blood drips down my battered body,
With bullet holes and arrows hanging,
I shall hold my head high,
For all the battles, I valiantly fought,
I survived, and I thrived.
It would be easy to forget it all,
Patch up the scars and wear a mask.
But why would I ever choose to pretend,
When I have a glorious story to tell?
I don’t need magic to heal me,
I’m magical, and so is my journey.
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Oh, my beloved, October,
You’re a little too late this year.
You see, I’m already in December,
Withered, fallen, and icy cold.
A tiny spark ignited in me,
When you were about to begin,
But well, that gave me a wildfire,
Incinerating, my soul and my spirit.
Now I lay in my icy coffin,
With no sign of life within,
As I observe you from far away,
You, in all your orange glory,
Oh, my beloved, October,
Kiss me with your autumn leaves,
Bring me back with your magical touch,
Let me fall, once again.
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