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nonpareil_writer_prodigy
21/M/South Africa
I believe God loves expressions, every colour, every shape, every size - straight lines, crooked lines, fine ones and distortions, different but all enough. Expressions - emotions, facts, irrationality and rationality alike, science and fiction, science-fiction, art - paintings, poetry, music, dance... Every expression, every genre, no categories just all experions... Expressions of the human mind, soul and spirit; Expressions of nature; Expressions of technology; Expressions of life; Expressions of death; Expressions of existence; Epressions of extinction. You are an expression, I am an expression - God's art, God's poetry, God's dance, God's music, God's science experiment, God's discovery, God's invention, God's instrument, God's paint brush, God's dancing shoes, God's pen, God's creativity, God's creation - that's what you are.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Expressions
I looked forward to seeing you Because I've been missing you Actually, I really still do miss you Though I don't believe I'll ever see you I don't even believe that you hear a single word of what I'm saying right now You said I shouldn't just say it but show you how I love you and this is how That even when you betrayed me by dying I still think of you as alive, my darling
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
Betrayal
When it hits, it hits real hard they told me Reality is cruel for a dreamer you see It tell us we can never truly be that we wish to be But still there are those who are willing to pay the fee They dare to dream, to let their imagination run wild They refuse to hold back or stop believing like a child The know full well that reality is not too kind They let in every positive vibe they can find They believe that those who preach reality are blind So they continue dreaming, leaving the doubters behind I for one have been told many a time to face reality That it is only fitting so that I may survive in society But I never really believed in formality So I try to escape from reality, call it insanity They told you to stop day dreaming and wishful thinking Maybe that's the reason why your dreams are sinking
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Reality
You only fear because you care Always here, never getting there You only hear sounds that scare All you can bare is that one nightmare Darkness and light don't share the same might Your courage and fear can never reach the same height If you say that you aren't fearless then you definitely right If you say don't have fear then you bout get a fright
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Fear
Stars are only clearest in the dark night But that one star, she dared to be bright She dared to be bright, when they said it wasn't right They said it wasn't right to be bright except in the night She twinkled just like any little star Though she was different with every little scar Her scares made her a different kind of star But that wasn't enough, she just had to raise the bar So when day came, when the star hid She shone forth without being timid
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
Day Star
Stuck in this boat and I can't swim I can't even feel a single limb Every part is numb, my eyes deem I'm okay, I'm fine, it may seem I can't explain what or how I'm feeling I just know that I really need healing There's no such thing as dreaming All I see is nightmares and killing Myself Yet You tell me to not not lose hope But how do you expect me to cope I already prayed with the Pope Now I just need a chair and rope Guess I'll just have to go Is there any hope? No
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
No Hope
I sought joy by holding on to pain Sought freedom by holding on to a chain Trying to keep track of the time, my lifetime but I'm too scared to watch I'll see how it passes fast and my dreams I can no longer touch Tell me you do see the watch on my wrist Does it show you what wasted, am I at risk? I'm looking for fame yet I cover my face I guess my shame brought me to this place
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
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Her picture shouts louder than ranting crowds marching against the deprivation of freedom, with heads and fists up high they declare their liberty draws nigh That's why I won't let it speak for itself but I'll try my best to describe it myself Her pose and posture resemble a throne A queen in her Majesty will not be overthrown Her shoulders fortified pillars of gold able to carry waterfalls of teardrops like a drowning woman carrying what breath she has - a shoulder to cry on The sun's radiance falls shy to the incredible shine that is her face Many who are in darkness meet her face and forget entirely what darkness even looks like, you can feel the warmth of it even with the coldest of hearts For cold hearts melt like candle wax at the warmth of her façade Her chin-up utters the boldness of a roaring lion in its territory - A king with absolute dominance and rule From her chin looking up is her highly noticeable lips Red as fiery rubies, season ripe raspberries As if rose petals, most red fell on her lips and were merged with them When her lips part, they let way to a mighty outpouring of words like poetry Declarations of glory worth awe Incense valued and collected by cherubim Graciously put together by her anointed tongue Empowered by her billion angels choir of vocal cords I paused for what seemed centuries attempting to ponder words and phrases that would accurately describe her eyes Piercing diamonds, refined and washed in the sight of a Holy God They carry vision in them, a multigenerational dream - looking forward with purpose on purpose Like stars hanging ever so majestic in the dark night, her eyes hang on her African skin Her eyes could easily become pathways to a promise: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard" She wears her rich dark hair like a crown for her obedience, "Well done, oh good and faithful servant" Don't be deceived, she may look like she's trapped within the cage, behind its wires but I assure you, she is actually looking in from the outside, on green pastures Like when her life seems to be stuck in one place but she is actually just waiting to take others along with her, she's helpful like that Well, I guess I can now say that I've tried my best to describe her picture, imagine trying to describe her
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
Her Picture
Her picture shouts louder than ranting crowds marching against the deprivation of freedom, with heads and fists up high they declare their liberty draws nigh That's why I won't let it speak for itself but I'll try my best to describe it myself Her pose and posture resemble a throne A queen in her Majesty will not be overthrown Her shoulders fortified pillars of gold able to carry waterfalls of teardrops like a drowning woman carrying what breath she has - a shoulder to cry on The sun's radiance falls shy to the incredible shine that is her face Many who are in darkness meet her face and forget entirely what darkness even looks like, you can feel the warmth of it even with the coldest of hearts For cold hearts melt like candle wax at the warmth of her façade Her chin-up utters the boldness of a roaring lion in its territory - A king with absolute dominance and rule From her chin looking up is her highly noticeable lips Red as fiery rubies, season ripe raspberries As if rose petals, most red fell on her lips and were merged with them When her lips part, they let way to a mighty outpouring of words like poetry Declarations of glory worth awe Incense valued and collected by cherubim Graciously put together by her anointed tongue Empowered by her billion angels choir of vocal cords I paused for what seemed centuries attempting to ponder words and phrases that would accurately describe her eyes Piercing diamonds, refined and washed in the sight of a Holy God They carry vision in them, a multigenerational dream - looking forward with purpose on purpose Like stars hanging ever so majestic in the dark night, her eyes hang on her African skin Her eyes could easily become pathways to a promise: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard" She wears her rich dark hair like a crown for her obedience, "Well done, oh good and faithful servant" Don't be deceived, she may look like she's trapped within the cage, behind its wires but I assure you, she is actually looking in from the outside, on green pastures Like when her life seems to be stuck in one place but she is actually just waiting to take others along with her, she's helpful like that Well, I guess I can now say that I've tried my best to describe her picture, imagine trying to describe her
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