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anotherdream Jun 2021
please leave me alone
to walk these pathways solo
I was hoping you wouldn't notice
but I think you already know

I know I have problems
and I'm trying to fix them
but what words can be enough
for a desire to even say them

for every time I open my mouth
I wish that I had closed it
remembering the times I messed things up
and the disappearing moments

I give far too much
and I know that I shouldn't
cause I have nothing left to give
so at least I know I'm used to it

throw the page away
so you can make the same mistakes
tear the edges so it frays
i just want my hand to fade
Zywa Jun 2021
Out of my kindness

I do things big, learn from me:


small is good enough.
#105 – “Tom Poes en de grootdoener” (#105 – “Tom **** and the Overdoer”, 1963-1964, Marten Toonder)

Collection "Bearer Toonder"
CrackedMoonboy Apr 2021
I am not going back

The things are in the past
yes I feel bad

But if I think about it
I am only digging my grave

Last night was hard
and I can’t believe I am not gone

But it must be a sign

A sign that my life isn’t over

I do wish I could do
everything over

But mother Earth 🌍
isn’t that kind

Cause life isn’t that easy
like if you were sitting
in a nice summer breezes

Thank goodness for the people
who care cause if it wasn’t
got you

I would be died
Thank you all for your help🙏🏾
Perfect calculation has the inevitable human result of an enigma.

To gaze beyond the factors of sigma,
allowing creative wildfires to birth,
joining the thoughts outside the stigma.

The beauty of us makes the world we live in.

The terror of emotions is what brings us to life,
not a single identical twin or sin,
the mind allowing true living to begin.

Life your life unafraid and open.

Write your golden woven tale and be outspoken,
with self-belief leading the unspoken towards the unbroken.
CMXIClement Apr 2021
One click, two clicks as they are locked within the chamber.
Trapped within themselves, stoking coals red hot with anger.

Because...

Kindness is a trinket, and people value it as much.
An ornament worth a look, but seldom worth a touch.

And now...

Sitting in this chamber, who I am remains unseen.
I could not cut enough to show what lies beneath.

And still...

I am who I am, and this world will not change me.
I will be who I am, this pain will not derange me.

And I wish...

I wish that all they saw was the color of my soul.
I wish my story mattered to them a bit more.

But now...

One click, two clicks with a hollow point in the chamber.
Freedom from myself, soaking walls blood red with anger.
To anyone that may read this, it's not a suicide note, just an "expressive" moment.
Hussein Dekmak Apr 2021
Kindness is like rain to a thirsty tree. When kindness touches a heart, it breathes new life into it, and makes it bloom with love and joy.

Hussein Dekmak
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If kindness is weakness
I am proud to be weak
When you lie in bed at night
Alone with your ***** conscience
Remember that I'm sleeping soundly
i sleep soundly
sergiodib Apr 2021
Unless
Kindness
And inner joyfulness
Turn into boundless
Mindfulness
Regardless
Of any Unkindness
There will be no
Human progress.
afterthepeak.eu
They spread a rumour,

once,
that I can't tie my shoes,

twice,
that I can't jump rope,

thrice,
that I have fat fingers,


and then I wasn't around to hear it anymore.
https://www.instagram.com/wutheringsbronte/
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