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When I look into the moon I see the only dependent part of me that still exists. Its as if the silence in her vocal cords spoke words of solitude. I gave her the only bio mechanical part of me that mattered. The gears in my chest keep turning like clock work. I count seconds into minutes and minutes into hours and hours into days. I keep thinking time is standing still while im still standing still. I'm waiting, waiting on patience and as unjustified as it sounds I'm impatient. Dreams are just your natural thoughts heavily sedated, a sub-conscious reality based off the feelings we cant display them. I don't consider myself a writer, I see the constant flow of words and as a kid it left me inspired. I'm more of the sub concious reality type. I drink coffee and outside of that I really don't have a life. For me writing is self exspression without being judged by others. I opinionate my feelings and organize them in ink. The papper is my empty canvas, my thoughts are my judgment, and the pen is the deliverer. Sometimes writing is the only thing that can stitch my wounds, like the words curved inside my brain penetrating like the needlesof a tattoo. I wonder what will become me, in what paradox will I redeem the sum of me? I just hope this bio mechanical heart ticks away. I hope people continue to be people with different mindsets and open steeples. I want love to be found and dreams to be created. Kalvin Moon
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
kalvinmoon
Rambling.
When I look into the moon I see the only dependent part of me that still exists. Its as if the silence in her vocal cords spoke words of solitude. I gave her the only bio mechanical part of me that mattered. The gears in my chest keep turning like clock work. I count seconds into minutes and minutes into hours and hours into days. I keep thinking time is standing still while im still standing still. I'm waiting, waiting on patience and as unjustified as it sounds I'm impatient. Dreams are just your natural thoughts heavily sedated, a sub-conscious reality based off the feelings we cant display them. I don't consider myself a writer, I see the constant flow of words and as a kid it left me inspired. I'm more of the sub concious reality type. I drink coffee and outside of that I really don't have a life. For me writing is self exspression without being judged by others. I opinionate my feelings and organize them in ink. The papper is my empty canvas, my thoughts are my judgment, and the pen is the deliverer. Sometimes writing is the only thing that can stitch my wounds, like the words curved inside my brain penetrating like the needlesof a tattoo. I wonder what will become me, in what paradox will I redeem the sum of me? I just hope this bio mechanical heart ticks away. I hope people continue to be people with different mindsets and open steeples. I want love to be found and dreams to be created. Kalvin Moon
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Leeds United on the attack No sign of holding back No matter what the score We keep knocking on that door Slicing through opposing lines Creating chances many times We really should score many more That would bring us to the fore Bamford bangs them in of course Making us a formidable force Get those shooting boots on, one and all Let’s get past that defensive wall Raphinha brings Brazilian magic His silky skills are so fantastic Kalvin runs the midfield show Gives our team a rapid flow Bielsa’s brain and dedication Provides us with a firm foundation He has us marking man for man Keeping to the pressing plan People hated us in the past Now they love us, no more typecast Strange to be so often praised Enjoying having our profile raised So here’s to Leeds, our beloved team Hoping soon to be the cream Keep going you men in white Aiming for a future bright Paul Butters © PB 10\3\2021.
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
paul-butters
Leeds United On The Attack
Leeds United on the attack No sign of holding back No matter what the score We keep knocking on that door Slicing through opposing lines Creating chances many times We really should score many more That would bring us to the fore Bamford bangs them in of course Making us a formidable force Get those shooting boots on, one and all Let’s get past that defensive wall Raphinha brings Brazilian magic His silky skills are so fantastic Kalvin runs the midfield show Gives our team a rapid flow Bielsa’s brain and dedication Provides us with a firm foundation He has us marking man for man Keeping to the pressing plan People hated us in the past Now they love us, no more typecast Strange to be so often praised Enjoying having our profile raised So here’s to Leeds, our beloved team Hoping soon to be the cream Keep going you men in white Aiming for a future bright Paul Butters © PB 10\3\2021.
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