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To un-mountain





A blotch of blue on a patch of white
I used to scribble verses, petite
Not one, not two,
But too many to few.

They rhyme
They chime
They jingle
They mingle
with the million songs of the world

They get into my ear
play into my soul
and kindle me to write the untold

Yet I struggle
with chains in shackle
I lament about the other
which contain to thyself

I build the mountains
put them up a pedestal
look up and feel abysmal
of my unfortune moments
that keep fattening and tense

As they loom up to altitude 
I frown into doom,
Doom that's dark and uncertain
Or that which I call future.

I pace around in anger
of my fated future
that seemingly sulks
but when I sit and opine
I realise, it is my mind
that plays unto my joy
my mind that scars my heart
and adds streaks of suffering
into my life.

I decide not to lie,
not to comply
but thrive
in what I contrive
to let go of the mountains
renouncing joy for a pedestal
that worth nothing 
but a miserly mind 
and a heart of self-doubt.


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  1. wonderful rhyming scheme. ABAB is too hard to replicate. Shows ur immense language prowess!

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  2. wonderful rhyming scheme. ABAB is too hard to replicate. Shows ur immense language prowess!

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I'm too shallow to write a verse

I'm too shallow to write a verse To wrap around the twists and turns To dwell unto my own, I do Living somebody else's life or my own? Shrouded under piles of thought, I scribble, thinking only of the applause.
I'm too shallow to write a verse or two To make ends meet, I'm too cuckoo. I'm not the classic, scratching blue wooing 'em, tearing 'em apart  with every word.
I'm not the one who rhymes nor the one with notes for those lyrics. I'm the one who scribbles blotching blue on all my troubles, roiling over moments back and forth, trying to string those stray words, into at least a doggerel. See, I don't make sense.  I told you, I'm too shallow to pen that sonnet, that ballad, that haiku, that refrain, that ode.
I'm forcing it out all that gibberish snowballed  unto mine, to chime and rhyme  but nevertheless I realise in time, I'm to shallow to be read over cheese and wine.





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