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VelvetThunder
23/M/Lost in Thoughts I came here so you could read what I feel.
with consistency in play the days remain unwaveringly same, oh what stubbornness is this, for it's just the letters that change Here comes the end of the week a time loved by the masses it rushes through like a raging river as if the sands are in broken hourglasses
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Apr 1, 2023
Apr 1, 2023 at 11:10 AM UTC
The sands of time
The dew on the moist leaves, The gleaming orange in the sky, The tiny chirper on the branch, would all be seen for the last time cancer came knocking at the door, asking for nothing but his eyes, life from now on wouldn't be the same, putting in the glass ones of size He looked at his parents one last time, capturing their young but smiling faces, He would cherish those faces forever, For they're immortal, against the stride of time The capture of those smiles, now with him forever. No matter how old they get, they'll forever remain young.
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 12:09 PM UTC
Glimmer of Immortality
Here like a tree I stand, hope they see the shade I give, Or be a river if I must, till they hear me flow Am I not seen? I look down at my hands Oh what plans do they have, for this is just one wicked dance The brightness of this star is something they shall not know, Being an invisible man, I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
Footsteps in the Snow
From ironed to crumpled, the sheet stays there disgruntled and awake, at the clock I stare the shrillness of my alarm is mostly unwelcome sitting on the chair scraping the floor let's build the momentum are you just thinking what's this all about? well this is how my life is day in and day out why am i doing this? All these worries and this tension Where is the beauty in this broken cup? when will it make sense, I say But I know I shall smile when I look upon this day As I'm doing this For tomorrow, for tomorrow.
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Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
For Tomorrow
when in despair you were the breath for which i would come up for air came closer by the years but there will be this distance Stopping me, is this yellow line wish i could enter the shop one whiff of the air and it would encompass my heart but it's the glass display only from which i can watch this is it, i'm at a loss for this is the line which i cannot cross
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
Apart
Happiness can be found in the most unusual of places the kind which is short-lived but giving a kick like wasabi no less that millisecond in the air while doing the cannonball splashing the water all around to walking in the park and having that stroke of wind caress the hair to having a smell draw you to the patisserie and every spoonful is like heaven This kind disappears as soon as it arrives like the fizz in your cherry cola finding it again can be easy did you check your pockets?
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
Pocket
nothing's worth taking your own life for you're not worthless not a penny, you're worth a million because the track was blocked the train didn't stop it changed the tracks find your calling get on the saddle and look on down the vultures who tried to pick you apart, and soar
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
Worth A Million
Sit with them, laugh with them enjoy with them, smile with them you don't know what their mind's racing on looking so calm yet fighting a thousand battles within the last person you expect to disappear, might lose the battle and even the war for you might be the first one to wake up tomorrow and long to see them just once, just once.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
Stay
imagine if we didn't have eyes imagine if no one could see racism isn't inherited it wouldn't be seen and picked up i wouldn't see the color break a white egg or brown the yolk is the same
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC
Imagine
You walk into a room But as soon as you enter the room is shuttered all exits sealed it's been years and you're still stuck to the point that you've made it your home there's music coming from the back he is playing the same part of a song the whole day, he keeps going on in a loop you meet someone new everyday, all dazed and confused but also the one who've been there years you wouldn't know what's happening for you are a memory and my mind is the room.
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 8:49 AM UTC
It's all me