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The underlying theme of this pure site is the true and real words we all speak say write are all of ours. Thank you all for writing and never forget : / you yes you are truly just you / It is of the greatest importance that you all wirite here because all of your words are powerful, like are dislike , it is of the highest honor that you know that you all of you are a natural GIFT. Thank you all dig it and write on!
Tip of the hat Luxury ridden bus stop Too many blinks of my eyes Misery amongst the peasants The bus sweet smelly bus My home Holy shoes and a bottle of *** How quaint to look up the grassy hillside A quick peek at the wealthy My eyes blinked too many times They aren’t allowed on this bus It’s the bus where angels fly where real people cry How quaint
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
How Quaint
No gravity Freely flowing Loosened soul Barefoot bassinet Sweet golden sand The smell of her cheek No gravity free flowing love I met myself today The real me Deep pool floating under the stars Her sweet cheek I kissed No gravity free flowing, deep pools We floated together
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Deep Pool
Can’t cry anymore, I’m empty A blank stare It is frightening I don’t go out of the house much I went for a walk Staring uncomfortable Alone Along the path a girl struck me of of the corner of my eye Upon a big boulder she was sitting I knew what she was thinking It’s frightening When you get to a spot Alone And truly sad Big tears down the face Alone The thoughts scare me Alone Just one person Medicine doesn’t work I sit alone I stare The thoughts scare me I decided I needed to talk to her No eminent front I sat next to her And we smiled One person with another Truly sharing It was real I wasn’t alone
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
Eyes
Peek a boo, Peek a boo Sneak a shoe I see you Being a grandpa is pure gold So are you
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
Peek a Boo
Jumping jacks, Marshmallow pies Grade school kissing behind the fence Tall weeds sunshine flowers What’s on the minds of innocence My innocence has long been gone But I stroll down the path on occasion Looking at the sunshine flowers Hoping to find her in the perfect white spring dress as innocence lost awaits.
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
Spring Flowers
Icicle melting spoon freeze Hearts open and books closed Can’t find my way home So created my own.
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
Home Free
Noting like trying to leave When you know it’s right Trapped, the doors will always be shut Life lost and the path already twisted She knows now Leave that’s all she wants Just one more chance Leave that’s all she wants She feels it all and it will never stop Nothing like the feeling of wanting to leave You feel you must stay Closed eyes reality One more chance But it’s love She knows better but can’t open the door for you.
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:32 AM UTC
Leave
What do we have here A silent mistress alone in the light Safe and mysterious I see and she sees No sounds Words are lost it’s the magic silence, a true embrace The bus stop , my ride One last look at the sweet succulent light and the magic that lies in between
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
Double Dibbed Pleasure
What are you waiting for Can you step out of your safety box Fear is a powerful word It’s only a word or is it a feeling They might laugh if I say the wrong thing She might think I’m strange There all out there Waiting for you They’d love to talk to you Please just peak your head out of the box you locked yourself in They’d love to see you silly weird or strange Just like all of them Just a peak and slowly open your safety box Step out and the world welcomes you We’re all imperfect in our own perfect ways Fear, I guess it is just a word Enjoy
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC
Wait For The Sand
Plastic people winding their own clock. AI intelligence knocking at your door Mountain Dew and a shotgun Moonshine makers missing teeth Laughing in the sunset The plastic people are almost threw The shotgun blast the burning of moonshine AI isn’t in the woods and the plastic people forgot how to wind their own clocks Wisdom vs logic Moonshine wisdom wins again
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
Cat ****