poetry
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Solo travel they say with a frown, how will you know what to do in each town? will you be brave and hit all the spots? or will you be scared and hide quite a lot? I have been traveling by myself, alone most days because a ring on your finger or a man in… Read more
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lots of people run their mouth they have a lot to say. but what they don’t know is the voice they use, its not the voice that may, lead them down the righteous path, where they think they’ll stay, with their rude words bound with hate, spewing from their mouths that way. look out runaway… Read more
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What if all it took was monumental love to heal and change, through the push and shove. What if love was the drug we were thinking of, flowing down like a shower from up above. With open arms and heart aflame, this love will fill us as a frame. To contain the bliss, which is… Read more
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Get the eff out of here! I am sick of the sound of your voice. All I hear is lalala, so get out and leave me the choice. I’ll tell you again and for the last effing time it’s mine and no one else. It’s time you got the eff out of here before a… Read more
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There is nothing to do, there is nothing to say, Its all flowing its own way. We try to stop it. We try and then fail. There is nothing to do, but breathe in and exhale. You think that your doing will save you from this Your doing is nothing, Its being that’s best. So… Read more
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It seems these days everything is fake, from your smile, your status, and the image you make. We lie on the screen telling it we are great! Yet we lie everyday, we are surrounded by hate. We act like we care, yet we care for nothing. We are not moved… Read more
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What’s wrong with being middle aged? Who decided when that was anyway? If I live to be 130 then I not even half way . Who decided I couldn’t be middle aged? When time is wasted on the young, who just have words stuck on their tongue, with no wisdom that is most hard won.… Read more
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We live in a body and confuse ourselves with it. The body is a body when nothing is in it. Its made of clay or at least that’s what they say, but the essence inside it most certainly isn’t. We forget what we’re made of, not a singular thing. Our body is a skin suit… Read more
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let’s make a declaration let’s make a clarion call let’s choose to listen to our voice our wisdom great as their’s all we each were born with power it’s ours to use or lose but why give away your birthright why let someone else choose so I stand on the side of the righteous to… Read more
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