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Knock knock

I tapped again and again on the door but was answered by the same reverberation.
The door was closed After a few more worthless trials,I kicked it with all of my power just to hurt my leg with a sprain.

I scooted to my home and was fast Asleep.
*Without realizing the fact that indeed I was tapping on the door of my mind, which was vulnerable and unwilling to open up to its own master who was blinded*

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Greatest Song Ever

The greatest song ever in the world is you singing to yourself about “You, without “You not knowing it”,but still accepting it until you have someone to sing to you from their heart.

*chuckles*

But I still like the sound of mine so much that I don’t give a damn about others singing crying their lungs out to get noticed.
I will declare to them:‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice malice.

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Cleaning The Mirror

Sleeping hitherto till the sun burns your bum is a delight any day,   not when you are working though!

[Chuckles]

I woke up today embracing the sun rays which were reluctant to leave me.
None the less i shut the windows killing the light
Closed with curtains!

Sun rays still cut through the curtains.

Anyways I felt better this time around.
I brushed and shaved my beard.
Then I noticed my mirror, it was distorted because of the dust that it collected from outside.

       ~  After a while ~

I cleaned my mirror and I could see a clear reflection of my face.
An undistorted image of myself.
I plugged in my earphones and was lying in my bed,suddenly an insight struck me..
I pulled out the ear buds from my ears and started to think about my conscience.
I couldn’t see anything,it was distorted with dust collected from  the life around me and the life about me.
Unlike my mirror I can’t clean my conscience with a cloth.
Contemplating about my conscience  attracts more dust.
I curtained my conscience with” Masks” which I switch from time to time.

Like the sun rays reaching through my curtains,the dust is getting collected no matter how hard I try to curb them.

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Placidity Shops

I walked down the lane, took a sip of the electrolyte shake and proceeded to the shop.
My PDA was flooding with notifications about my high blood pressure and unrhythmic beatings of my heart.
My oxygen levels were normal since my oxy jets   were re filled yesterday.

Its very difficult to spot a placidity shop these days.It took me 50 hours track down one in my country.

I was welcomed by a group of nuns who wore robes which was made of some sort of animal skin.I think its leather,its the closest to leather which I have seen in a decade. A nun who hid his face walked me to the placidity chamber.
The head of the institution was sitting on the side of chamber,his face covered with a veil.
And then..

I started to tell him all my worries,sorrows,tensions and all burdens.He heard everything like a little kid with calm and composure.
Just like the priests in Catholic church who used to give confessions.
I felt so happy once I was done with unloading the burden from my head.
I went back home.At night I could feel peace with myself,no more warning  pulse notifications in my PDA.
I slept like a baby but  without a sleeping bag this time.
I finally felt happiness without the help of pills and machines.
My virtual assistant booked an advanced appointment for me for next year in the placidity shop to buy peace .

Oh I forgot to liquefy water to make O2..

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Black Out

I almost blacked out when I got there,
Maybe they must have placed me here,
I’m writing slams and plans,
Killing everything in my way,
Spurring spits and blood all over my body,
You fused your spirits into my mind,
Driving me to a dungeon.
Rinsing me with blood.
The blood of the prodigal son,
Now I’m the prodigal son.
Skinning and churning blood out of bodies
Am I still dreaming.
No i ain’t,
I’m writing slams again in water.

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Mom

I kicked your belly,
Giving you sprains and drains
Welcomed me by kissing my feet,
The same feet that kicked you,
I gave you sleepless nights,
Yet you made me sleep at nights,
I gave you the greatest pain,
Yet you clutched me plain,
I owe  you for your prayers and blessings.
Coz when I look at the stars,
I can only see your face

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