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I met him Locked eyes with him He looked just like me With a familiar smile Except he had a skewed eyebrow Like a pastor will wry at an erring member I met him Looking dissatisfied with his now Like he slept with a fair weather forecast But woke up to a hurricane Looking less than he knows Fade up with his status quo Remorse glistening in his eyes Like a suicidal with a loop round his neck. I met him Staring at me Like a dreaded déjà vu Without blinking I met him Locked eyes with him Scolding my flaws Sarcastically applauding  my scores I have met him He is the mirrored reflection of this broken me

Bent to standard of measurement The tall societal l adder Rated as ones for the basement Reaping pride off our shoulder What is the worth of an ant Fractured hearts and dented egos What would pregnant tomorrows bear? Reptiles or ripened fruits, who knows? Ladders break exposing nursed fear Making bottom the highest point. Tee2emm

This dusty shelf with unscored goals The archived resolution that lack resolution Was she just words on a paper? Or a do-as-everyone-does? The blank page of the year to come Craving for its own pregnancy Then twelve months will surf pass Only to look back into the months Wondering where the pregnancy fell off Will against doubts I still scribble Starting with the resolution then the resolutions A journey of a million miles doesn't start with a step It begins with the will to embark First I'll be me Then nurse me Then grow me Then quit my friendship with the ugly me Then strengthen my bond with the Beautiful me This year shall be all about me.

The sun is long due to rise But the clouds are proud today Bent on having its say Blinding the same route the sun plies When will's without way, will may wane One coat and layer at a time The sun patiently fried Paddling away from the rough clime Slowly the adamant clouds wried Darkened clouds can delay dawn

I Am   A fragment    Of this life      Half yet full       Half in light        The other part         Crawls in the dark           All the déjà vus            And the touchés             Makes it very hard             To tell what the truth is.              A twin of two souls              Like a letter on opposite            Sides of a lengthy scroll           Meet they will         But hardly ...

Seduce us out of wisdom into folly Then laugh till you ache Watching, aloof, as our essence break Elated like the sun dancing on a wavy stream, jolly. Blinded by your smokescreen We became jubilant like a peer-pressured teen In our sedateness, we went to sleep on a bed Only to reveille on a coal, hot and red. Goodbye days of fairy hope I have seen the length of your slim rope I know how you sting then rub I have savoured the risk of making a pet of a cub All the glitz has been but a farce And your honey constipating Offer your sham bridges but I'll pass Yes I know how they can be tempting. False hope is like a false alarm Only realized long after the harm.

Night or day None can tell The pot still bellowing thick smoke Even silence is funny Laughter rang like a sick doorbell Many days had dawned and died Littered bottles, ash can attest Where is the need to dream? Everyday day goes by dreamy Eat, drink, smoke and its a good day Four foolish fun-fond friends Their sunset is easy to predict