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There is no road here, there isn't any other road -- than my own footsteps.
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Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
[ There is no road here ]
Unlike the sun the Moon is two. There is only one most glowed up firefly full moon in the night. And one more verily the same one the blackmoon walker in pure dark!
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
Two Moons
dawn aches behind my eyelids such a yearning for sleep unsettled thoughts wrinkle the mind I can not smooth their inconsistencies or carelessly tuck them back within steadfast dreams they creak down hallways a long shadow billowing in moonlight, hair tossed as waves crashing, releasing suspending - I crave the certainty of silence this unrest disrupts the manicured space where I have painted tranquility but I find, if you count backwards you can forget sorrow misplace concerns gather flesh to warm brittle roots 5, 4, secrets drift behind an arched wing 3, 2 lightning retreats softly into dim heartbeats caramelizing time as amber light fades to black
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
countdown
They say girls who listen to Jhené Aiko are toxic And girls who listen to Summer Walker are dramatic The ones who listen to SZA are eccentric And the ones who belt out all three are chaotic But why is it that female emotion is a threat? Why does female expression make you upset? Is it because you’re afraid of what’s next? Of a woman realizing that what she feels towards you is regret? Of a woman coming to terms with the hell you tried to make her forget? Of her understanding that you’ll be forever in her debt? As she grieves her heartache away with Jhené, Misses you more with Summer, And realizes her power with SZA, She becomes an improved version of the woman you never deserved
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Triple threat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuuZMg6NVeA
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Hezekiah Walker Every Praise
One very bright day, the sun will melt these frozen fragments, away, where you will become one with her, loving her more, a little while longer my friend all the way.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
The ❤ of Johnny
"Un hombre gris avanza por la calle de niebla, no lo sospecha nadie. Es un cuerpo vacío; vacío como pampa, como mar, como viento, desiertos tan amargos bajo un cielo implacable. Es el tiempo pasado, y sus alas ahora entre la sombra encuentran una pálida fuerza; es el remordimiento, que de noche, dudando; en secreto se aproxima su sombra descuidada. No estrechéis esa mano. La yedra altivamente ascenderá cubriendo los troncos de invierno. Invisible en la calma el hombre gris camina. ¿No sentís a los muertos? Mas la tierra esta sorda." La tierra está sorda y no oye, no oye a los muertos llamando por ella; por ella que les ha dado tanto, que les ha acogido cuando les exilió la vida. La vida desentendida camina por los campos de trigo cuando le cae la noche, le cae la niebla y su camino se cruza con el andante implacable, el andante que es sombra, el andante vacío. Con la mirada aún feliz estrecha su mano, y la yedra altiva asciende cubriendo los troncos del invierno. Sus manos estrechadas los cuerpos se vacían. ¿No sentís a los muertos? Mas la tierra está sorda // "A grey man passes through the streer of fog, nobody suspects of him. He is an empty body; empty like pampas, like sea, like wind, deserts so bitter under an unstoppable sky. He is the past time, and his winds now in the shadow find a palid strength; he is remorse, whom at night, doubting; in secret aproaches his neglected shadow. Don't shake that hand. The climbing plant proudly will ascend covering the trunks of winter. Invisible in calm the gray man walks. Don't you feel the dead? But the earth is deaf." The earth is deaf and she can't hear, she can't hear the dead calling for her; for her who has given them so much, who has welcomed them when life exiled them. Life without noticing walks on the wheat fields when night falls on her, fog falls on her, and her path crosses with the unstoppable walker, the walker who is shadow, the empty walker. With her view still happy she shakes his hand, and the climbing plant proudly ascends covering the trunks of winter. Their hands shaken the bodies empty. ¿Don't you feel the dead? But the earth is deaf.
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Remordimiento en traje de noche + // Remorse in evening suit +
"Un hombre gris avanza por la calle de niebla, no lo sospecha nadie. Es un cuerpo vacío; vacío como pampa, como mar, como viento, desiertos tan amargos bajo un cielo implacable. Es el tiempo pasado, y sus alas ahora entre la sombra encuentran una pálida fuerza; es el remordimiento, que de noche, dudando; en secreto se aproxima su sombra descuidada. No estrechéis esa mano. La yedra altivamente ascenderá cubriendo los troncos de invierno. Invisible en la calma el hombre gris camina. ¿No sentís a los muertos? Mas la tierra esta sorda." La tierra está sorda y no oye, no oye a los muertos llamando por ella; por ella que les ha dado tanto, que les ha acogido cuando les exilió la vida. La vida desentendida camina por los campos de trigo cuando le cae la noche, le cae la niebla y su camino se cruza con el andante implacable, el andante que es sombra, el andante vacío. Con la mirada aún feliz estrecha su mano, y la yedra altiva asciende cubriendo los troncos del invierno. Sus manos estrechadas los cuerpos se vacían. ¿No sentís a los muertos? Mas la tierra está sorda // "A grey man passes through the streer of fog, nobody suspects of him. He is an empty body; empty like pampas, like sea, like wind, deserts so bitter under an unstoppable sky. He is the past time, and his winds now in the shadow find a palid strength; he is remorse, whom at night, doubting; in secret aproaches his neglected shadow. Don't shake that hand. The climbing plant proudly will ascend covering the trunks of winter. Invisible in calm the gray man walks. Don't you feel the dead? But the earth is deaf." The earth is deaf and she can't hear, she can't hear the dead calling for her; for her who has given them so much, who has welcomed them when life exiled them. Life without noticing walks on the wheat fields when night falls on her, fog falls on her, and her path crosses with the unstoppable walker, the walker who is shadow, the empty walker. With her view still happy she shakes his hand, and the climbing plant proudly ascends covering the trunks of winter. Their hands shaken the bodies empty. ¿Don't you feel the dead? But the earth is deaf.
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I lay in the middle of a soccer field all alone there's no one in sight I'm ****** and I'm awaiting a revelation from above and beyond Staring into the midnight sky I'm brought back to my childhood experiencing deep curiosity once again I wonder what's out there in the universe my head is spinning and the stars and the moon seem like they're dancing and it's honestly beautiful But I've always been stuck with these questions questions that I've never had an answer for How did I get here? What is life? Why am I here? The stars would speak to me through the language of love and light they told me everything I needed to know They told me that we are their children that I was sent here to bring people back to our true home They told me that human life is a special occasion But not to go off the path It occurred to me that we are homesick we have gotten lost we think that the stars are pretty and that's all there is to it But it goes far deeper than that And when I thought about how deep it goes Something within me spoke and it wasn't my voice not even the voices in my head It spoke through emotion it told me that the stars aren't there just to look pretty it told me that the stars are within us and when we gaze into the depths of the cosmos we're really gazing into how far we've gotten since genesis looking at our ancient past a huge part of who and what we truly are The stars are there to guide us back home they are our divine compass they are always watching over us but we've kind of always knew that come full circle
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
The Stars Told Me at Walker Park
I lay in the middle of a soccer field all alone there's no one in sight I'm ****** and I'm awaiting a revelation from above and beyond Staring into the midnight sky I'm brought back to my childhood experiencing deep curiosity once again I wonder what's out there in the universe my head is spinning and the stars and the moon seem like they're dancing and it's honestly beautiful But I've always been stuck with these questions questions that I've never had an answer for How did I get here? What is life? Why am I here? The stars would speak to me through the language of love and light they told me everything I needed to know They told me that we are their children that I was sent here to bring people back to our true home They told me that human life is a special occasion But not to go off the path It occurred to me that we are homesick we have gotten lost we think that the stars are pretty and that's all there is to it But it goes far deeper than that And when I thought about how deep it goes Something within me spoke and it wasn't my voice not even the voices in my head It spoke through emotion it told me that the stars aren't there just to look pretty it told me that the stars are within us and when we gaze into the depths of the cosmos we're really gazing into how far we've gotten since genesis looking at our ancient past a huge part of who and what we truly are The stars are there to guide us back home they are our divine compass they are always watching over us but we've kind of always knew that come full circle
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I am a soul bound. Who sows seeds of creativity in order to grow a field of hope from walking on clouds... To the realm of dreams, I walk through! I see it, too. Through a book which sews an adventure with words and words need no wings for they can soar for a thousand thousand miles... For as far as the light can touch. For as far as the air can reach. My fingers paint the sky red and blue. My feet pave a bridge of clouds where no man can reach unless you're bound like I am. Above and beyond the purple skies and the emerald tides. Above and beyond the Golden Sun and sense outrun Light pierces shrouds and feathers descend. A world where I my will &n
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Nefelibata
I'm a slow walker, but I never walk back
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Slow Walker
The day stood still I can t think about anything but ur flesh The blood pours out my mouth How did i get like this? Nothing else matters but the taste of you I go on to feed so i can live just another day I find myself walking miles and miles just for you My heart used be filled with love, and care but now with nothing I am just walker on this dark road.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
the end of road
there hate is what powers my determination to strive on
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
determination(10w)
The curse of the Night Walker Ones who sought the traces of darkness Of world and of soul We see through the shades We know the blindness Some may be born Some may be dragged We know this darkness Better than most Daylight ignores us Cruelty cages us Even if we break free It never changes Day Walkers say they feel Sorrow and doubt When the Night Walker fades When most never knew what made us They pay a few kind words Then walk Day Walkers find it easy To move away from darkness Thinking candle light is enough To light the path When their flame is easy to extinguish Flowers pelt the fallen's final rest When petals wither Never do Day Walkers Have the burden of the souls Which still linger When the Day Walkers are blind To the flickers of light the soul that still remain The curse of the Night Walker Is that we know too well The sight of a lingering soul Bound to a world Where daylight seeks to hide us Rather than shelter us The curse of the Night Walker Is that we hear The shadows that continue to scream To the horrors they felt When they cast the form in which they became The blessing of the Night Walker Is that we also see The distant stars in the sky In which few of us see As the destiny of the Night Walker So we may guide others to the light
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Curse of the Night Walker