Tag: Curiosity
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The Ways of Love
Need a better way of love. One that sees all the rainbows of love. A way that shows all the inception of the heart.The direction of love when the wind comes. To see it’s beautiful waves of pleasant colors. I need to be able to smell it’s aroma like that of morning coffee. Love is […]
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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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Captivating Sleep
Last night I cried to sleep. It’s been a long time since so. The feeling was out of body. A complete decompress.Everything was pressing and nothing was releasing. Like a child pinching it’s finger. I cried so much. She didn’t hear me. Yet she laid there,Next to me. Sleeping in peace. While I prayed for […]
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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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Dreams
Worthy of dreaming. Seeing how the flowers come out of naked grounds. Where it was once barren. Worthy are the dreams. They see fruits in nothing. They see everything that isn’t. Worthy are the dreams. They shape reality. They make known only what you saw. Worthy are dreams. Molded just for what you want. They’re […]
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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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There Not Here
You came here. Then you went over there. Right back over here. Then you leave me here and go over there. Where? Why leave me here? Desolate. No love. No air. That time or this time or another time again. I thought it a return. For love, not despair. Fumes for love. Toxic air. – […]
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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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Conquer Their World
Start writing like you never knew you could. Come with this new found expression. Conquer the world in the minds of others with your words. Ruptes
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Tracking the Wind
Where is the final location of the wind? When it reaches you or when it reaches its destination? -Ruptes
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Curiosity’s Drive
I have never woke with curiosity. I might even lack it’s understanding. It is not something I seek to drive me. Nor do I seek to have it drive me. Curiosity is great for others. But, I have never awoken with such a deep need to want to know. \Ruptes
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