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#lifecycles
there's a certain trap to it drumming dark thoughts –_rat-a-tat-tat_, my mind caught in a snare again, and again circling in hi-hats of doubt. in this tandem of life; _pedal-pedal-pedal_ —decisions spinning like wheels, chains creak, my brakes squeal, for the bravest choices are always stuck in repeat. _ding-ding_ —the alarm mocks the dawn, _clang-clang,_ trains pull apart, same departure, but all different routes. your roots only grow as deep as you choose, silence hums louder than footsteps on the pavement. _whoosh_ — rustling leaves write new lives, whispers stitched into the wind. but the harder it blows, the less you see your tears — _shhh… hush… hush…_they'll vanish in the static, like cymbals fading after a final crash…and in the quiet after, only the echo remains.
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Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
Final Chord of a Thought
Ironic is what we live When do you see this so call light How is this not hell We go through hella pain and hurt Still have to attend our regular routine Oh don’t attend your routine That deep hole you’re in Only gets deeper and deeper Expected to bend yourself backwards Who’s there to help you straighten yourself back No one ! Now you’re stuck with this pain A pain that never goes away Half way out that hole Guess what *** some **** popped up Now you’re in that hole 2x deeper Be positive tho have faith Now you’re half way out Oops back in 3x more Smile, there soon to be light 🙄 26 years later, the record don’t work
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
Annoyed
I'm exiting an off ramp On this cloverleaf; On a divided highway, Moving west to east. Across the ditch They steer towards What I did from the east. If I do a U-Turn now The predicament's the same; There's no luck on This cloverleaf, It's driving me insane.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Cloverleaf
From babe's first cry To happy hour From beauty of life Turning sour Educate Reciprocate ********** Reiterate There must be more Hidden away Searching for something Starting to stray Anticipation of a first kiss Expectations of the welcomed bliss Completion Entering the work force Bells tolling Announcing a union between lovers Creating a new being Out of thin air Only to bring them Into a world of despair Growing old and gray Watching children stray Seeing them struggle And internally scream Powerless to help Nightmares from a dream Is this all there is There has to be more My life has to mean something Waves crash to the shore Stranded out at sea I look around and find There is no solace for What's left of my mind Ashes to ashes Dust to dust I fade to nothing As iron turns to rust *Filled picnic basket Deep sunken casket* But what I want to know is this *When does the line Between life And between death Become more than fine*
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Fine Line