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Riding on the waves of those around you Copying their stance to get it right going til they stop since that’s what they do Yet they still laugh just in spite Drifting away, with your hope Of ever finding riding partners; You’ve found none no matter how you scope Finding a wave to call your own Riding along with your own moves Doing a twist though it’s against what you were shown Now nobody can even hope to match your groves Spotting a rider all alone Drifting on a board so out of place But you help them make their true colors show Red Blue Green Suddenly their loneliness is gone without a trace Copying others was no easy feat So now you follow the waves with an individual rhythm And find it to be one of the easiest things Now you create your own waves And help other people find their wings
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
Making Waves
Not all things are perfect, I am aware of that, But there are days where I cannot seem to get by Without soft-breathing in exhaustion An “Oh **** Or giving a ****** A talking volume When few or none are around To scold me with their ears. What, haven’t you heard *** outside Of TV sitcoms before? Or **** aside from around a college campus? I still get reactions when these words are overheard From my lips, Though it’s my life, And these words have a recurring frequency. These words are not only a stress-reliever For someone like me, But simultaneously a linguistic culture, A communicative temptation, Yet also having a dominating expression, Commanding no only attention But seriousness. Fine, do what you want, Hurl my soul to eternal shame and torture, But a “curse-ed” day is like a chimney, Letting out the smoke Of energy that powers my motivation and forwardness.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Cursed Day...Explicitly