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  • Not the End

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    Tash Surles
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    Seemingly fixated on darkness and fear, the most terrifying thing, Drawing conclusions like an open-ending horror movie scene, Rejecting the fantasy of living in solitude and contentment, Disconnecting from joy, unhealthy thoughts becoming relentless, Reprogramming my mind, redirecting my purpose in this life, Breaking down the harsh, cold barriers of negativity and sadness, Surrounding myself…

  • Understandable Outrage

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    Tash Surles
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    What’s wrong? Nothing, I’m chillin’. Are you okay? I’m fine. How can I help? Thanks, I got it. Are you sure? Yep, I’m cool. Want to talk about it? Nope, I’ll figure it out. You look upset, can I help? Ignore me, I have a natural RBF. Is there anything I can do to make…

  • Its’s Not Complicated

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    Tash Surles
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    I want to be able to write all of the time, Reality, curiosity, and anxiety rule my mind, Exploding with emotions, strength, and passion, No harm done to anyone in any shape, form, or fashion, Sharing my deepest thoughts, my deepest fears, Standing by my word to no more crying, no more tears, Pen to paper,…

  • Spiritually Unknown

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    Tash Surles
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    Past encounters with humanity have been unpleasant, Endurance of the fake friendliness of others. Offering acts of kindness has not been useful, Sharing laughter or smiles didn’t make a difference, Lifting morale for those in need of an ear to listen did not matter, No one sees my kindness, no one recognizes my peaceful heart,…

  • Angry Face of God

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    Tash Surles
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    I see it, do you see it? Take a closer look, Close your eyes, Open your eyes, I see the face of God who is unhappy with what the world has become. What do you see? Clouds are full of wonderment, I love to be creative when I view them in passing. Sometimes, I just…

  • Respect

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    Tash Surles
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    I respect every person whether they have hatred in their heart for me or not. It is challenging sometimes getting past their mean spirit and devious ways, but I just don’t let them change who I am to satisfy their mission to destroy the goodness in my heart. Respect in return is the greatest gift…

  • Awaiting A Miracle

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    Tash Surles
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    Pacing repeatedly, forming a pattern across the floor, Staring unintentionally at the unopened door, Strained wrists, both fists clinched ever so tightly, Apathy defines me, aggravated with no interest in writing, Can’t begin to conquer the dream of falling asleep, No hunger, no thirst, forcing myself to eat and drink, Curiosity of my future, my…