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 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
Xnihilo
I am known for a hundred thousand reasons to be hated,
This, a foretold punishment for denying what's fated.

Finally, you are better than me,
I say, and yield my sword and shield, and take a knee.

Forgive me, if you will, my only crime:
assuming I could live my way this life of mine.
 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
Janelise
submission is the only option
in her twisted world.
at least thats what she convinces herself
while his hand climbs between her *******
and curls, tightly,  around her neck

its never painful.
at least thats how she feels.
well, not this part.
the pain comes from her silence
but here, in this naked moment, she is heard.
I am a human being that is an individual, and an individual that is a human being,
I wonder where I belong and whether I will actually make it to the end,
I hear the sounds of understanding, praise, and happiness, all throughout the people around me,
I see the words and memories of great people before me urging me to continue on, and to never give up on myself,
I want to always be remembered for helping change the world and making it a better place,
I pretend to be content and carefree and faithful of those all around me,
I feel that I should be given more options and freedom in my life,
I touch the threads of time and the regrets, feelings, and understanding that comes along afterwards,
I worry that the world has gone too far and that it will shatter to pieces one day,
I cry when I am misjudged, unloved, and unappreciated by people around me, especially those I really care about,
I understand that each and every human being is different, and that being different is not always a bad thing,
I say that the ways of this world must change and form into something better, something right,
I dream of true happiness, faith, love, of all the people in the world,
I try to see the good in the world and to learn, see, and acknowledge more each day,
I hope of success, good fortune, and a good way throughout the world,
I am a human being that is an individual, and an individual that is a human being.
An old and forgotten I Am poem I wrote 2 years back in 8th grade.
 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
bonsai
Crumbled, cracked gravel
Where once was mortar
Between the sarsen stones
Whose purpose you ignored

Thank you.
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