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Reflections of Broken Thoughts
Reflections of Broken Thoughts
Reflections of Broken Thoughts
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    Reflections of Broken Thoughts - H. Jerome Alexander

    Copyright © 2022 by H. Jerome Alexander.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

    Rev. date: 09/16/2022

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    Contents

    Self-Expression

    Anxious

    Distorted Visions

    Cause for Insanity

    Distant Hope

    Conscious Insanity

    Understanding the Unknown

    Reflected Visions

    Mental Freedom

    Ugly Soul

    My Wall

    Death of Passion

    Must Run

    In Between

    Serenity

    Poet of Darkness

    Society’s Problem

    The Balance

    Heart of the Tsunami

    Ways of Old

    Poetry

    Why

    Letter to Me

    My Mind

    Letter to Dad

    Lost in Translation

    Masquerade of Emotions

    I Love Her

    The Mirror Man

    Nothing Left to Give

    The Change

    One Day

    Love For Poetry

    My Point of View

    Who are you?

    The Anomaly

    Purposeful Reflection

    My Depression

    Constant Confusion

    The Apology

    I Am My Own Poem

    Wisdom

    Safe Keeping

    6:45 AM

    Writer’s Block

    The Dilemma

    Art in Motion

    Bi Polar 1 Jerome 0

    Melancholy Melodies

    Behind The Mind’s Eye

    Us

    The Fall

    Acknowledgements

    Self-Expression

    I’m looking through my own soul,

    to the other side… that side that holds all the things I try not to see.

    I finally have the clarity to view myself.

    I see the many patterns of my life that were

    programmed and set to repeat…

    created by lies, which formatted mental ties,

    in the form of chains tying me to my own future demise.

    But now, my change is no longer the same.

    No more buried pain, which has all been released with a tear.

    My heart no longer flies from fear.

    The colors of life have become more vivid.

    The beautiful ball of fire, known as the sun, is now

    peaking around the edges of the mountains and trees.

    Reflections of orange clash with the sapphire

    blue sky, along with the gentle

    sounds of humming of bees.

    Fluffs of clouds in pink and red,

    rays of pale lilac and coral clouds, circle above my head.

    There is nothing more beautiful than when life feels new and refreshing.

    I now find myself thanking God for all my many blessings.

    Anxious

    This anxious feeling inside has been gaining momentum,

    and the rest is biding time.

    The seasons of my life keep on changing while

    I’m just trying to stick with them.

    Something tells me to move,

    both towards it and away.

    I’m permanently sitting in the darkness of the unknown

    during the brightest part of the day.

    The mundane routine of my life makes my skin crawl.

    With hope and despair the same,

    I’m trying to keep my head above water and hoping that I don’t fall.

    I’m waiting, always waiting, for my moment to come along.

    The rest of what I want from life must be close because

    this feeling is getting strong…

    Distorted Visions

    Alone, at the beginning of my end,

    preparing for the worst. Falling backwards

    through this life is my curse.

    I hear silence, and I can speak it in reverse.

    My words fall out of my mouth in slow motion.

    Butterflies neither soar, nor glide… they just

    merely exist at the mercy of the winds current.

    My distorted dreams have become truths.

    Flowers bloom below dirt, and above ground grows the roots.

    I shut my eyes tight in hopes of escape.

    Tirelessly I’m struggling to be free, which

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