Days like this is hard to come by
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It comes only once in a while
Before you suddenly die
and throw in the tile.
The mysteries of life itself would have been solved
Over a course of time, walking your own mile
That was highly evolved
Into a series of X-Files.
it changed the fate
Of others like me who confessed
To their desire of hate
through a progress;
That only some could relate
To even more than less.
Part of life is to teach
Others like me, from their made mistakes
To learn beyond what they reach;
In order not break
Into a dozen pieces of fabic
Absorbing what to take
Away to avoid havic.
Many of the pieces of my past remains broken
From the emotions I try to uncover
That may have been unspoken
For the fact, of no one there to discover
My emotions constantly kindle like a rose
That blossoms into something sweet
Yet not ready to become exposed
Without any sign of deceit
Like a beautiful glow of a revealing pose.
I am cherished as a treasure
For my heart beats like the sound of my feet
Gaining a rythmn of systematic pressure
Being steady, slow, and petite.
My shoes worn is a sign of strength
Something unmeasureable to be
Of incredible, length
To a secure person like me.
I'm walking my own trail
Others soon will follow
To a way of no independable return to prevail
Into an attitude so hollow
Like the view of the prison bars in jail;
Sitting there sanging spirituals at the apollo,
Waiting for a new chance to excell
To your best ability
For your goals to have influence on this facility.
angellica marie shackelford