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pseudo_something
F • my attempt at trying to be more expressive
It's sad to think that in a few years from now we won't know each other. Then again, in a few years it won't matter.
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Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
Strangers
Roses aren’t always red violets aren’t exactly blue the society we live in, cannot seek the truth. happiness could be fragile compassion oppressed to be a weakness until kindness is no longer sublime dominance risen and we live by the rules we’re trying to find truth, but what is truth exactly?
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
Untitled
Expose your soul to me, every inch of sincerity, every kiss of clarity, without an apology.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
Expose yourself
intoxicated it's easy to forget you sober you're all i think about clear choice isn't it?
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
heartbroken high
“Silly Poet, What do you write? What are you thinking On this deep dark night?” I’m writing a song For my sweet love who broke my heart and left it burnt. I’m thinking about A sky grey With ashes falling Instead of rain. “Oh, Silly Poet, Let it be. You can’t fix yourself With a rhyme or three.” The silly Poet laughs And continues living all the lives That were created Through the silly poet’s rhymes.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
Silly Poet
Some people look for thunderstorms Some people for sunshine No matter what you're looking for Seek and ye shall find Some people look for aliens Some people look for God And even through the deepest storm Lightning finds its rod
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Lightning Struck
Not in anyway conventional. Something surreal. Something textured. an abstract piece of art. inflicting waves of emotions on me with just a single glance.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
an art form.
Most humans drink coffee and wine They consume television and mainstream novels They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships But poets We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak The incomprehensible joy of falling in love We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls Us poets We drink tea and whiskey
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Tea and Whiskey