Her Royal Difference

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I am
The queen who fixes every man’s crown
Whether they are hers or not.
She’s not perturbed about whose they are or what the world would think.
Yes, she’s not happy that she doesn’t have a man to fix his crown but she does appreciate the men who daily encourage her that she’s just starting with her achievements.

I am
The Mother who listens to every cry
And quietly prays for a solution
Even if the world never listens to her bitterest secret wails
Yes, she hurts deeply than anyone can imagine but she just would rather ensure that others are fine before herself. She could do with some of the same things she gives.

Daughter, keep on doing your best. Life will never be fair but you must not despair. On your those who are always grateful get the most out of life’s rubble.

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The Bane of Our Existence, The Essence of Our Lives.

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Parents and guardians,
Custodian of our lives.
Until their death are we truly free.

Coddling or guilt-tripping us into doing things for ourselves or for them.
Ignoring the pains the world has given you because they think that it will make you strong.
False strength it is but then who cares.
If they survived a form of training, then you would survive too even if it was an archaic training.

They are most worthy of our love
Yet they sometimes unconsciously work against our love.
You can’t correct them or explain yourself.
Endure the pain like the man than you are.
Don’t you dare cry or break down like a future mother that you will be.
You are to know emotions but to never show them.

I doff my hat to them, the object of our confusion and our love.

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​TO MY INFINITELY ANCHORED LOVE:

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Forever, your love will be my anchor. You are my infinity when others cease to be. The main reason why I dare to live and love again. Constantly teaching me to go another day and to dare to achieve all that I’ve ever dreamt.

Love, forever my anchor. You are what love should look like. Untainted, unsullied, unfathomable. Love so indescribable. Patient and protective yet firm and trusting
Anchored love is forever. It can’t sink neither can it be moved. Our love is like the titanium, it will defy all odds. An anchored love can only be moved or messed with when the base on which it is built is messed with. They can only keep trying 

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EXIT DATE

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If I were to know my exit date,
I’ll strive to cross off a lot on my bucket list
And ensure that I spend time with people that matter.

I’ll have fun so much that even fun will sing my praises.
Life will be lived, in loving and celebrating others.
Hatred or bitterness would not have a strong foothold
For as child would I view life- with wide-eyed wonder.

Life is a smoke someone starts.
We fan it to become fire,
Sometimes wild, sometimes controllable.
Then it becomes smoke again and settles as ashes

We all are fragments of smoke,
Weaved into different facets of life and its entities.
Of a truth,
No man is and neither can be truly alone.

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Butterflies 

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I think about you. 

Do you think about me too? 

In every whisper I hear

And every sound the world makes, 

I see you and smile
You make me look forward to more, 

To hope for more. 

I dare to dream of a bigger picture. 

Do stay and remind me

Of what love feels like. 
You have enchanted me. 

I don’t want to be cured. 

You light up my world, 

Giving me cause to love my creator. 
With you is where I always want to be. 

Forever and a day more, 

Till we meet again in heaven

Love is what you embody to me. 

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Like Her

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I am just like her, 

But I’m not her. 

Yet I’m working towards becoming like her, 

Even if it’s unconsciously. 
He says a word but means another. 

She knows his antics but keeps falling for all. 

They say she’s foolish, 

We all know she’s crazy (in lovst). 
The birds will leave your nest again, dear daughter. 

They will come once in a while to feed or ask for something, 

But never expect them to stay forever.

They were never yours from the beginning.

*lovst: love and lust

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WHAT’S MINE

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These tales are mine to tell; For others to learn. 

There’s something for everyone, 

To pick from and work on. 
These songs are mine to sing. 

Sad and soulful, it may be, 

But they are from the depths within. 

Giving hope to someone else. 
These journeys were mine to travel. 

Life was precarious yet I trod on. 

Until I got tired and switched lanes, 

But the world still questioned my decision. 
This life was never entirely mine. 

For if it was, it may have been better that what it is now. 

Yet, I still like the part of my story where we are, 

And I cherish more, 

The chapters that are yet to be written. 

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BLIND FAITH

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Eyes have seen enough

Of good and evil, 

Yet it continues to believe

That the next light will be

Blindingly good. 
Ears have heard tales

Of shameful pasts

And confusing presents, 

But it fails to go deaf. 

Clearly expecting some new stories, 

Of achievements beyond the mile. 
This life has seen so much love and hate

With its share of betrayal,

Yet it dares to dream

Of an infinitesimal balance

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THEIR TALE

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He was born into a house

Where mommy loved daddy more, 

And she paid for all because daddy couldn’t gave any. 

Daddy left anyway and mommy died too
She was raised under a roof, 

Where daddy was her hero but mommy was indifferent. 

Mommy gave more attention to her outings and looks, 

Spurred on by her friends. 

Her daughter died deep within 
Broken homes, 

Selfish lives, 

Why request for infinity 

With that which you would tire of? 
Someone else raises them. 

Sometimes, they raise themselves. 

Notable Characters. 

Imperfectly perfect. 

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INFINITY DREAM 

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Today

I heard a mother weep

For the child she’s about to lose

And the future that will never be
Today

I hear a girl scheme

About how she plans to live

Cos life’s not really been quite good
Today

I watched a father cry

While sharing bitter tales

Of how much his neglect has cost him
Today

I watch a boy wish

Upon the grave of his lover

That he had treated every woman right
Today

I learned

That some things

Don’t quite add up

To what we ever wanted
Maybe tomorrow would be better

Our infinity dream

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Moth

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Like the moth to flame

So am I to you

The fire that threatens to burn

And consume me feverishly
You work your way 

into my heart

Gently replanting trust

Trying to prove everyone wrong
When my fears lash at you

You bear them and tell me that you understand

Truth or lie – I don’t know

But I choose to trust you
So, if my heart ever becomes mangled

And you are found to be the cause

You will get a blessing

That looks more like a curse

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I Am… 

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I am

The girl whose heart

Has been shattered many times

Yet continues to love
I am

The daughter whose hero

Is an unfeeling being

Yet continues to adore him
I am 

the mother whose children

Never forgot home

Because she gave them her all
I am

The she who never had 

But in the end

Owned more than enough 

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Unrequited Love 

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Today, I realised 

That I like you 

You touch me differently like others 

You always reach out for the hidden me

A part which only a tiny few care to meet
Today, I care to tell 

That I love you 

More than words can show 

For I know not what tomorrow would yield

And it would break my heart if you never knew 
Today, I have been made to know 

That some wounds are quite sore

Like that of an unrequited love 

Yet I will always love you 

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Gift of The Future 

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Emptiness and the vacuum

Quite deep and painful 

Life’s issues, health struggles 

This body can’t take all in

Thus the mind is going numb
Of what use are the flings

When the heart is empty

The void remains 

And the fake smile becomes permanent 
The desire to know the future 

Stems stronger than before 

Toying with the devil’s gift

Yet hoping to stay clean

But I want to see what lies yonder
Patience is a lifestyle 

Not everyone can afford to live

One step too many

And the world will come crashing 

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Sick-en

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It hurts

Tearing through my nerves

Sending signals to my brain

Giving me the panics
It’s painful 

Making me feel weak

Like a helpless toddler 

I hate how much I become dependent 
Everyone thinks it’s just pain

It’s nothing to worry about 

Until their health is disturbed too

And they feel what I feel
The visits to the doctors 

The painful pokes and jabs 

When will it all end

I need my health

Let sanity and calm return

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