Category: Tired
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Adversity
The ability to stand tall in adversity. It is slowly being lost with modernity. But how tall can you stand when it is one thing after the other? Do you count the battles you are winning? These battles you are winning. But mentally you are still leaning and not standing at all. But if you […]
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Broken
I am not sure how to fix myself. See, I feel broken. I am not sure when it happened. That moment for me is uncertain. What I do know is that I don’t know how to heal it. I am still here hoping.That one day I can fix myself from being broken.- Ruptes
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Indiscriminate Actions of Life
The unfairness of life. Never ceases to amaze.How the good lay victims to its wrath.Their acts of kindness ignored.Doing for everyone. All that others looked over. The unfairness of life. Taking away those that should stay. Ripping apart and leaving pain. Never ceases to amaze.How it leaves all the evil. Enjoying all its days. The […]
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In The Shade
They’re in the shade. Over at the little corner of the massive space. That’s where I placed them all. Away from the center of attention. Away from the prying eyes that dig into them. A better mind, it is when it’s out of sight. There, that space is the very edge of my mind. Keeping […]
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Underdog
Just the understanding dog. The one not taken seriously. You know the failure. That’s me. The one dealt a set of cards. Played them horribly. Wrecked my life’s saving plan. – Ruptes
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Happiness There
I am not sure that I know what it is that my mind wants. There are moments in which I want to cry. So much so that my mind pounds so hard I feel it as physical pain. I want to cry into dehydration and not have a drop of water to help quench the […]
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Itself
The mind.Captive to itself.Rebellion to itself. Destructive to itself. Hostage to itself. Painful to itself. You’re nothing to it.Nothing without it.Just a capsule. – Ruptes
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Storied Life
Storied time.In a storied life. About the horrid-fied.life o lies. A battle in time.A stammer dime.The hammered lies.Brain-afied. It’s those subtle lies. In which rattles high. And through time. Ranges high.Baffle time. Becoming storied time.In a storied life.- Ruptes
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Prisoner of Mind
The living space. Of the living days. The willful praise. Of the willing reign.Reach out and conquer. Bring about your rage. Though in another world.This one is full of lies and pain. It is in it that we drown. What’s swimming to white rafts?Look outside the world of your mind.In it you’re a prisoner to […]
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Everyone
They’re like kids. They aren’t able to speak clearly.They just want attention. They want to feel wanted and needy. But they don’t want you. Welcome everyone. – Ruptes
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No Tears for the Pain
Allow me these tears. The ones that I wish nobody could see. Allow me the freedom of the pain. The one that I don’t have. To deal with the aches. Allow me these tears. The ones rolling by my cheek. In silence, just me. To let the pain out. But there is no privacy. Where […]
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Sweet Simple Comfort
Serene wind. Coming strongly from one direction. Moving swiftly to another direction. Serene wind. Almost going through me. Providing me that sweet simple comfort. The one I just really need. – Ruptes
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