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Cracked from last evening’s altercation When you flung me up Against the wall ————————— I present myself to you As empty and transparent As the bottom of this bottle |                                             | |                                             | \                                             | /                                             / |                                             \ \                                             | /                                             | |                                             | \ Yet you still broke me /
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
Empty
Voicing fervent beliefs Tone- As hard as stone Carry your legacy on- Or simply create your own strut the halls With perfect posture- Never forgotten, Is that confidence Swing your gait- A daring sashay, And lead the weak- make them tough as bone Yet never forget In which you came- So speak your name Scream it to be remembered The name in which leads people together You Are A Leader
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
Leader
we become our surroundings the outer world tries to mold us into soulless creatures shaping us into the next generation of disease, blind to the fact that we are destroying cultures like its the next big thing lately, im starting to realize im the wrong piece to this puzzle i do not fit, i am the black sheep fallen off of the never ending cycle in order to change we must first change ourselves the one bright star must shine its light onto the others so that they may discover there is more than hate out in this world. the question is time the question is when the question is how to break our habits pushed onto our neighbors searching for a cure in this reckless place on earth will we ever find the answer before were kicked in the dirt?
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
change
Nature is my mother, my father man, together or apart my life in their hands. Each owns thought shape my being, deciding, deciding, am I ready yet? To face the world and reflect it’s thoughts. Why am I here? Who am I? What is this box? Never knowing the answer, but seeing through my soul. How do they know? Why can they see me? Will I ever be told? Then they decide who I will finally be. Whether to hurt or protect? We shall finally see. But I warn you, before, you decide that you can, define me, refine me, change me by hand. That I am you and you are me, and without due care, you might untimely see, us shatter.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
What am I?
Art I think Is the best thing for a soul Medicine for the mind A product of pure genius Art is expression of the soul It can take on any form Art gives us the liberty to show the world who we truly are Maybe we artists are crazy But there is nothing wrong with a little crazy Craziness fuels creativity Creativity fuels the mind And we artists shape the world
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Shaping The World