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Blades of grass
In bloom they grow toward the sun Individual blades they are Growing in the same patch of life Sharing similar moments of sway and breeze Telling each other of the prosperity and health all around them How evident the blossom is Even through the chilled sunless eve And the hazy dew filled morn They are here right now Calling out to the hand that feeds them Reaching Stretching Grasping every ounce of thirst quenching juice that flows in and between them Laughing about how times have changed The blades of grass are as beautiful and impermanent as true beauty will be Ever-changing and neverconstant They are perfect reflections of imperfection He tells her id love to be your neighbor Here's a cup of sugar
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She reaches out to the light For answer not clear in sight Stretching her tender fingers The informal cycle lingers Waiting again for tomorrow When she leaves the sorrow And her rock On the shore in a safe spot Comfort she feels holding it tight Lays it down in moonlight Cries to the rest of the night How she moans in the wind A howling roar of love lost mystery Lusting for the chance to remain The lions listen to heal her pain And kiss her wounds clean They bring her among them now To nurture her healthy Give love and restore Her gentle breaths Tranquil heartbeats Meditative mind For space to grow her wings To fly home She only leaves Like the moon does
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"Don't stress about work babe Cause it will only kill you In the end" -Salvador Kerowatts
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Wind washed Eyes wander Behind shields Concentration On nothingness We are left with everything
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Cigarette sweatpants Bring me wasted love Warmth in the morning Comforting shrug Of indecisiveness Shaky trees leave Flaky tides lean On the shoulder that is there Here right now Yet not satisfied For the desire Is not in the shoulder to cry on Yet is the shoulder she cries for The moon screams for liberation We don't listen to our minds Instead hearts bleed the need To quench loves thirst of Sweet poison
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I am a fool in the rain Naked afraid and crazy To lose what I have All due to my refrain In my mind it's the world Stay here so I don't have to leave again In my mind she's the world Every time I in my wake I don't find anyone else who Is still worth standing next to you
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You Smile Like the sun rays Quenching my longing thirst For life I Smile In place of words When thought cannot Be described You Smile Like the breeze in trees Swaying close to me I Smile Unknowingly It seems to be You Smile While the flowers and Earths children bloom I Smile When your whisper lingers Waiting for the moon You smile As the mountains crest Peeks through the clouds I Smile To vibrant language Radiating out loud You Smile With your heart Gently beating I Smile In between moments Of infatuation and awe
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The streets speak Even when we sleep Soon I will wake it seems Into reality Where we always want more For in a dream i have never had such a need
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Waiting in the sun for her lips to move Chiseled open to murmer About the winds and trees Swaying closely together My limbs reach out Sending messages without verbosity The communication is clear I have yet overindulged And just barely seeped into the barks skin Trying to count your rings Experience is irreplaceable Time to stay here until you and I are with our fellow trees again
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Right now and again
you make me feel or so I am convinced the way the moon shines and spies upon us on river waters while we whisper to the wind about tomorrow and yesteryear how time is short before sunrise it trickles down my spine and I ignore all else cause right now is the only time I desire again
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Tangent and pure exemplarity
Sometimes it can feel good to show off ones accomplishments. And other times I feel like I am boasting about the things I do in my life when I post on social media sites. Why do we care so much about what others think? Why must I feel accepted by people at all? Do we need recognition to survive better? And I still feel compelled to tell people about something I did that I think is cool or what others may perceive as fun. I use social media to show people my art or music or ideas and do want to know if others like my stuff. Isn’t that how any business works really--show other people how you can operate or what you can provide to them and hope for acceptance and support. Although not all use social media to promote any sort of “business” all the time. Social media can be a way to reach people that one would otherwise not necessarily come in contact with in ones daily life or routine. Yet, they still seem to promote their own brand whether it’s through selfies or activities done in the past or that day. It can be a source to have others look at me or see what I do or act like, dress like, consume, want to do, have done, am doing, buying, want to buy, read, write about, what I created, want to create, am eating, about to eat, finished eating, celebrating oneself or someone else--maybe you know them, or maybe you only know them because of social media--places visited, places want to visit, what pets, family or friends I have or had; there could be an endless possibility of information one can pass on or recieve through social media. It can be scary and overwhelming or could be this beautiful, chaotic, yet, organized being that give a sense of connection between people;or both at the same time. It seems that sense of connection or acceptance through computer screens becoming necessary for maintaining our self-esteem; and is it different than human connection? I can see how it can also be a different way to communicate for people when face to face communication or connection is difficult to achieve or be “good” at. I think it can be like a drug that one can get addicted to when the positive feedback is a result of a post; the compelling feeling of acceptance or gaining likes then releasing dopamine in your brain becomes essential. Not to mention the simple comparison between one's past posts creating a standard which is now self prescribed. It seems pretty similar to the reactions one may have when having a “good” person to person contact rather than otherwise "bad" ones where you don’t feel accepted or even just get rejected. Does the brain regester a significant difference between human to human or cyber communication? For me, there is a difference of how I interpret information when dealing with things I see online or things I see through my experience, and there seems to be a distinction between how I percieve information between the two. When i see a photo of a cool place or food I dont seem to retain the information as intensively, as if I dont need to remember it that well because I know I might be able to reference back to it if I need to; which might not necessarily be a conscious thought while scrolling. Though, I feel equally as forgetful at times when dealing with actual people or scenarios, but maybe at times be a little more attentive to what someone is saying or doing because I know I cannot just rewind time and experience it again, so i must have better memory of it. Maybe that is exactly why I take pictures or videos; just because I known can almost relive the moment, and then maybe let others simulate your experience though those captured moments. I think I have better memory when I physicslly write ideas rather than text them which in an obscure way be perceived as human connection; even if it is with only yourself through writing word. It makes sense to me that your mind could recall information through muscle memory better when using handwriting rather than thumbtexting. It seems that the differences in muscle movement-when comparing the two-it seems like a lot more muscles are in involved when performing handwriting, maybe making it easier for your brain to remember what you wrote. Well, I could say that this text font is much more uniform and relatable than my penmanship- which could be a lot more reliable when passing on texted information rather than a photo or video, and could lead to more likes. Which then makes me wonder if anyone would even like my stuff I posted if I had my semi-legible handwriting as my text font. I probably would still care if people liked my stuff or not eventhough I tell myself I shouldn’t care what people think. Maybe I’m just as addicted to the dopamine release as everyone else caught in the web. Like my posts for me.
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Wake to digital green flashing numerals To see her face again Just to collect and keep you in my pocket Sometimes I get you Sometimes I use you for what I want You're not mine to keep or to mold into my own form You bring me temporary pleasure But most of the time im spending time trying to make you a reality I wake up from the dream To realize the whole time we are dreaming this reality I'm tired And you're not worth it Make sure to get in on time and don't stay late cause we can't afford it all But don't let the ones whom let you borrow know you don't believe in its power They will never let you go Born here inside the game board Hopefully someone rolls snake eyes
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Here Now
What does it feel like to you to be here right now? Where are you exactly? When is it now? Is your now the same as mine? Could we possibly be here together? Right here?
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To whom it may concern
Who could be mad at You? With your smile and grace you seem too perfect to be true. But just when you with you have won their hearts they choose to take yours. Who knows if you will get it back or simply must rebuild what you have had. Someone may tell you that what is lost can be found. Some may tell you nothing can be destroyed without something else created. I found your heart in the trash and have brought it back to you with glue. Not a clue as to who would do this to you. If I were the key keeper I would have one thing to do. Seemingly so the Earth spins around and around, again and again so have no anger towards them for what they have done is wrong but tomorrow we will get a new look at the same sun. I couldn't be mad at you anymore for tomorrow's light is new.
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