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I have certainly had more than enough time to consider my existence. In spite of men who have praised me for my talents, that I did not rear, I was still unable to look within. Inquiries of my arrival here rage in my tears blood covered, yet, my screech is joy to their ears my umbilical cord it tethers me still, I have been casted forth from my mother the sun that shines brightly in the sky above is transfixed in its position until the moon gradually confiscates its earthly spot. I learned to crawl at first. Many moons pass, then, steps I would begin to take I stumbled to win the race wait. If I fail, then still, I rose to save face. An adolescent, but, still, I am determined to win this race I am driven stepping into my teenage years beyond the pace of my peers foolish, a youthful mistake that I have failed to comprehend as I stand in the aftermath wait. Cycle of life I emerge from the aftermath as an adult acknowledging my pain standing up once again preparation for another knock down I am still driven Yet, and now, I am driving pon dark roads. Distressing are my most dramatic thoughts I come to rest upon devised dreams wait. Dreams deferred drag the time of my reality I am elderly I am tethered tethered, somewhat, to my descendants newer life though, it is that familiar cycle - my family. Considering my existence I have looked within. Now, peering externally, I am able to behold versions of me. My eyes, their eyes, their noses, my nose they have become, currently, the unforgotten reflections of me those precious angels of mine. I behold them and smile when I consider this existence of mine.
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:55 PM UTC
Patriarchoba661
I have certainly, considered this existence of mines
I have certainly had more than enough time to consider my existence. In spite of men who have praised me for my talents, that I did not rear, I was still unable to look within. Inquiries of my arrival here rage in my tears blood covered, yet, my screech is joy to their ears my umbilical cord it tethers me still, I have been casted forth from my mother the sun that shines brightly in the sky above is transfixed in its position until the moon gradually confiscates its earthly spot. I learned to crawl at first. Many moons pass, then, steps I would begin to take I stumbled to win the race wait. If I fail, then still, I rose to save face. An adolescent, but, still, I am determined to win this race I am driven stepping into my teenage years beyond the pace of my peers foolish, a youthful mistake that I have failed to comprehend as I stand in the aftermath wait. Cycle of life I emerge from the aftermath as an adult acknowledging my pain standing up once again preparation for another knock down I am still driven Yet, and now, I am driving pon dark roads. Distressing are my most dramatic thoughts I come to rest upon devised dreams wait. Dreams deferred drag the time of my reality I am elderly I am tethered tethered, somewhat, to my descendants newer life though, it is that familiar cycle - my family. Considering my existence I have looked within. Now, peering externally, I am able to behold versions of me. My eyes, their eyes, their noses, my nose they have become, currently, the unforgotten reflections of me those precious angels of mine. I behold them and smile when I consider this existence of mine.
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It took an abstract realization, something that I had never noticed ever before. Where there was a semblance of monotony there existed the essence of change the actuality of reality even to the smallest degree, such as the subtlety of how fast, or slow, my locks grew, in centimeters. Oh! The informative nature of such a nuance amplified my rage! Teenage angst was somehow removed with its perpetual sway it crawled slowly constantly prompting our celestial commander to descend solar illumination abated nocturne shielded its rhythmic gait in a way the presence of this frame cordoned off at 15 years that made its movement seem a hasty thing in its grip, initially, I was a child now, I am a man I lavishly lament the awkward promptness of anything I have gained. All in due… Was I due to manage it? Over moons, many a pressured slumber I rest still my education my locks that grew subtle that pace wisdom I have gained that familiar melody of change the alpha that arose until omega was due to settle the earth hands, arms, that consistently illustrate the change – “tick, tick, tick” oh, that familiar tune it plays. Being older, my eyes can detect its forceful ways unsubtle however, I can manage it I force it to behave. Although, it still has me bound tightly within its clutch forever yet, still, I have synchronized our pace the older I become it grips my hand tighter together we are trekking my lifeline now, I comprehend it. Now I have time. Jonah Singleton 2024
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 3:58 PM UTC
Patriarchoba661
It took, time
It took an abstract realization, something that I had never noticed ever before. Where there was a semblance of monotony there existed the essence of change the actuality of reality even to the smallest degree, such as the subtlety of how fast, or slow, my locks grew, in centimeters. Oh! The informative nature of such a nuance amplified my rage! Teenage angst was somehow removed with its perpetual sway it crawled slowly constantly prompting our celestial commander to descend solar illumination abated nocturne shielded its rhythmic gait in a way the presence of this frame cordoned off at 15 years that made its movement seem a hasty thing in its grip, initially, I was a child now, I am a man I lavishly lament the awkward promptness of anything I have gained. All in due… Was I due to manage it? Over moons, many a pressured slumber I rest still my education my locks that grew subtle that pace wisdom I have gained that familiar melody of change the alpha that arose until omega was due to settle the earth hands, arms, that consistently illustrate the change – “tick, tick, tick” oh, that familiar tune it plays. Being older, my eyes can detect its forceful ways unsubtle however, I can manage it I force it to behave. Although, it still has me bound tightly within its clutch forever yet, still, I have synchronized our pace the older I become it grips my hand tighter together we are trekking my lifeline now, I comprehend it. Now I have time. Jonah Singleton 2024
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