Tag: Free
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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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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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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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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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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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Dancing Like The Wind
The wind comes and goes, Over there and here. It dances in the air. The streets, and the open space. Everything’s a dance floor. Coming close to you and whisper. The words, and sounds of happiness. As it smiles and laughs, In the enjoyment of time, Wouldn’t it be wonderful? If we, Laughed, danced, and […]
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