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FINDING My way.
Ok. I can’t quite remember the day but somewhere during the weekend. Friday or Saturday, I presume. It was raining, pouring to be precise. My phone was dead, my clothes soaked. My sneakers mushy, with a clip clop sound made from being wet. I don’t really know where i was for certain, but it was woody. Tall tree’s and sleepy ground. I had been walking forward to a direction I didn’t know. I…
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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? If I were to draw a tattoo it would be of my family. My mother, father and siblings. It would be realistic as a tattoo artist can. Bright in color. And I would put it on my chest, would let it dominate to the left side of my chest close to my heart where they all belong.
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Alone
Alone is when the music stops and the reality sets in. it is when the fire ceases to crackle, and the wind starts singing as the sneaky winter creeps. It is when the cold bitter night roams the streets, and the trees start bleeding leaves. When the warmth and comfort of friends fade in the clearest of days only to be found in the darkest part of our heart reserved to be displayed as kindness to…
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Though I may be young, tell me what is only true. Teach me what is real and what is not. Learn me the way to where color has no meaning and the heart is gold. Instruct me to where darkness lies, And teach me it ways so that I shall not fear my own shadow, Teach me the ways of the sun, so I shall manifest on them. Put down your sack and bow. Let me help you dig up the skeleton you buried in the…
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What life looks like without music
What would your life be like without music? Hugh. My life without music? With out the dope lyrics and beat, without the drums and chores. My life without music would utterly be a living hell. A 4×4 steel cage with misery, anxiety and depression being my compenenians and cell mates. Though It’s possible that I may find something to start mending the gap but I am quite certain that there will…
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Though I may be young, tell me what is only true. Teach me what is real and what is not. Learn me the way to where color has no meaning and the heart is gold. Instruct me to where darkness lies, And teach me it ways so that is shall not fear my own shadow, Teach me the ways of the sun, so I shall manifest on them Let me help you dig the skeleton you buried in the ground. Let me hold the…
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New life in old oak
Brewed from the same old weet my parents got distilled on. In a desserted land with cold winter and sorry teasty summers. It my home land here and i love it . It’s just beyond the south facing slope and its sweet pastures. I am nothing but a new leaf to an old oak that gave birth to my wilted mother.
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Control
I’m on edge, like an addict.Rapidly grinding my nail.Yet I’m patient.My hearts on fire.Boiling like water.Yet I show no signs.Trapped in the darkness of the cage I built for myself.Sorrow, pity and rage are my compenenians.And yet I still smile brightly.Lust, hunger and thisrtst hang over me .Yet I keep my emotions in check.I am the true Sphere Writer amongst the many versions of myself.And I am…
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What time do you go to bed and wake up currently? Though the variety of tasks one perform daily it kinda impossible to have a solid answer for such a question. Though I prefer to be in bed by 21:00 and wake up 5:00 for my morning jog. I find that sometimes I over stay and wake up late ending up being late for my plans. So to say it all depends of how tired one is and what are the plans for the…
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BLACK
For I am blackBlack like the cherry found at the top of the Ndoni tree.Blacker then your hearts of steal and stone.I am black like the horizon of the ocean in a moonless nights and still soft tothe touch.I’m ferocious as a black bear.Brave and strong like a black panther Yet alluring like dense forest of mystery’s in the night.I craw behind you in the dark,I have your back like a shadow when the…
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What are you most excited about for the future? The future Is an ever changing thing to ones being as can be influenced by both internal and external factors. The thought of becoming wealthy, rich and famous comes and goes as one grows up and situations change either home or lifestyle wise. So for me what evokes joy for the future is the thought of having my family. The thought of hearing my…
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On what subject(s) are you an authority? Uh thinking about subjects that I’m in authority of, find none other important then authority in ones self. Know one values, dreams and goals and being able to differentiate what one need and what one doesn’t, is the most important authority given to all living being. I say this because if one is more authorized to themselves and know there values and…
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What’s your definition of romantic? Being romantic is to show affection, through emotions and gestures of love. One gives out a special sense of emotional expression which is different from the one he /she gives to friends and family. One can buy something meaningless to other people but not the one they love. One does silly things, give out silly gestures for someone they love, admire and…
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She and her dad loved fishing.
And like a fish, I too was sport
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What's Gratitude to me
How do you express your gratitude? The Bowing of one’s head, a simple handshake and a sincere ‘thank you’ may all seem cliche ,but I believe those are the true aspect when one expresses gratitude. Though some make promises to be there in future for those whom showed up when they were at their worst. But it no secret that promises usually break when tables turn, So rather then make a promise I…
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She and her dad loved fishing. And like a fish, I too was sport.
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