Tag: imagination
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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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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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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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Black
Color my soul black To show for all the pain Confusion, and messThere is no colors to show For life has stolen happiness It’s black like a ditch And when you reach in There’s only decomposed matter Do you not smell that color?The smell of rot taking control Only this I know How black is […]