There are no limits within a dream
Insanity at its most extreme
Imagination aged the child
It made me strong, it made me wild
I have ocean secrets growing deep
They're mine to ponder, mine to keep
Creativity taught and raised the kid
It gave me hopes in the places I hid
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 7:17 AM UTC
I'm running out of time
and the clock is ticking fast
But I'm trying to erase
all the damage in my past
I'm running out of time
and these minutes never last
But the darkness that I face
is the shadow that I cast
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
I lie asleep in my own world
I remain unconscious
in the dead roots of my tree,
forgotten by my present essence
I lie dormant in my own world
I remain subconscious
in the lost innocence of me,
corrupted by my current presence
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
I wander these crowded streets
Foreign, reserved, and alone
A past memory never repeats
Distant, concealed, and unknown
My eyes recollect the places
But the places appear much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces appear far colder
The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud
I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 9:01 PM UTC
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?
Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?
Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?
Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?
To feel minds can be limited?
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
They don't know how it feels
to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken
They don't know how it feels
to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken
They don't know how it feels
to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken
They don't know how it feels
to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
I know there’s sadness beyond
your laugh and bright smile
I feel the brokenness beyond
your kind gentle embrace
You try to carry on pretending
and living in denial
But I see the pain beyond
your painted colorful face
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:06 PM UTC
You can't live in a society
that is correcting you,
by projecting you as
their own personal clone
You can’t live in a society
that is protecting you,
but rejecting you when
your distinction is known
You can't live in a society
that is directing you,
by expecting you to be
a sheep of their own
You can't live in a society
that is respecting you,
but objecting you when
your originality is shown
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC