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I woke up before the noise, breathed with the trees, walked with the sky. The sun hadn't yawned yet, but I had — twice. Back home, I made coffee strong enough to slap me awake. I whispered to my cup, "Let's be productive today." It didn’t answer — but I believed in us. I sat down with math— chapter four, page full of promises. I underlined the heading, adjusted my pen cap five times, then sharpened a pencil I didn’t even need. Pro-level procrastination unlocked. Midway through one sad-looking equation, my phone lit up— first a comment, then a reel, then a cat dancing to lo-fi beats. Fifteen minutes later, I knew three dessert recipes and forgot the formula I never really knew. Suddenly, a line hit me— not from the textbook, but from somewhere softer. A poem idea. Just a line, I thought. A quick jot. A harmless verse. But the line grew limbs, called in stanzas, and started demanding metaphors. So I gave in. I gave it my quiet, my hours, my last sip of cold coffee. A crow watched me from the window grill like it knew I was failing both maths and time. And now— the sun is long gone, the sky has tucked itself in. The poem is finished, polished and breathing. But that chapter? Still untouched. Still waiting.
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
A Morning's Undoing
Sometimes i wonder... If the things i want are things i need If these glasses really help me to see If there was ever a need for a king and a queen What its gonna take for my insides to beam Most days I ask... Am I considering all sides of the situation? Am i the Frankenstein of this creation? Could this be blamed on my medication? Why am i filled with such frustration? But typically I'm just left feeling... Like the push and pull is uneven Like someone is always leaving Like its too broken to recieve again Like theres gotta be something I can believe in.
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Dec 2, 2022
Dec 2, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
Ruminate
thinking alouD can be dangerous it can causE anger and strife but i'd rather be honest to People than tReat them like fool's if you ask what I'm fEeling the anSwer remains the same you juSt have to find it although hIdden through words my expressiOn says it all is it obvious Now
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Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 12:30 AM UTC
What are you feeling?
the heart aches and the mind echoes. it's 3 in the morning and the road is still mourning. and the day are dead and the night finds its way. it's 3 in the morning and the road is still mourning. the beans are old and the coffee still cold. the wind hushing down the alrein and the anguish staying behind. it's 3 in the morning and the road is still mourning.
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
the morning
_ you'll never move forward if you're always looking behind. take the road less traveled and see where it takes you. you'll never grow if you stop watering in the midst of the drought. keep plowing and watch your harvest grow. _
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
a.m. thoughts.
Everything means nothing Nothing means anything Anything can have meaning Meaning various by person I mean nothing You mean everything
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Meaning
She was there, She was there and then she wasn’t, We had time, If only for a moment, I could feel her, touch her, smell her, She was mine, But as we know, We only have a few moments in life, Time is a tool, That we’ll never really master, Time is something that we always want to go faster, But only when we’re young, And oh so dumb, To the fact that time is precious, Down to the very last second, I had her, for what felt like a century, But in the span of time, We were only a memory
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Untitled
Skip, forward, chapter anew So many wonders to go undo Live tomorrows with sorrows forgotten No yesterday's fruits, spoiled and rotten Splendors to stumble and tumble upon No longer living in the futures once dawned s.q.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
Perfect
She says what she thinks, And what we know to be true. I just don't have the stomach for it, And that's how she thrives. Blunt knives pierce the deepest. And I can't hide. k.g.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
(She)