Behind The Bed

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Thoughtless actions bring devastation to the door.
A room or a pencil bottom of words, explicate by the ears, pour itself into the heart without careful guidance.
An overcome of emotions seeping itself in the skin before its elevation to the heart.
A brain receiving an impulse to lead an action that has noting to do with reason.

Forgetful comment sense depletes the purpose of life itself.
A boy taking the walk of life in going, but hoping for a car to return.
A girl in a room of her own still frightened by the chance of invasion.
An offer made on life that gets wrap up in a moment.

Hate drives even the best car off the road.
Strong tires become weak as a leaf that falls to the ground.
Filled with air until maximum overdrive.
So low that one doesn't zone into the little damages.
Until its too late at-least.

Lies and Fabrications cancel one's promotion.
Like when the boss's son get the spot that belonged to you.
Like when years of service is severed by cancellation.
Like when the doom of the grass ignores poison thrown.
Like a mother who isn't really a mother because all she did was give birth.

Imposter fruits that positively plaster an artery.
A little thing overlooked ~ whose value give life, and life more abundantly.
A smile or a hello that shifts the base of a day.
Strong will that refuses to be forgotten at dawn's restart.
Like a sunset that refreshes the mind and renews the spirit.

And then, things were never the same again.

                                           -Stephan Johnson

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