c o m m u n i c a t e

Thoughts that clutter my brain

- A poetry collection
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An excerpt from one of the poems in this collection-
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As I flip through these pages, I see many faces. These phases, that just come to me.

As I flip through the phases, I feel restricted by many cages. These ages that are hurting me.

I know many people came before me. And I use that well and I use it intelligently. What's evidently, stored, my core. The thing that I've been all my life searching for. The thing that means the world to me. The me that is the real me. Not false. The truth. The real youth and their diamond excuses.

It refuses to come to the light. And while I struggle through my own seemingly ordinary cycles. Others are more like disciples. Not even idols. Who are they to say who's right or wrong, when they haven't even looked within themselves. And really paused to think about the true cause, the true clause that is seen in many fairy tales....