Moments πŸ•Š

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Forever In Wonder

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What is constant in a world of moments,production is in abundance yet so many are still hopeless?So what is always in a world of β€˜never’in a world of sometimes,what’s forever?Dreamt a thousand dreams.Hoped forevermore,for brighter days for the pooror just a chance at it,a shot at a future, a slice of hope,because while at times it shines here,the rains been constantand the joy has always been brief,yet the pains so constant.

π’œπ“ˆπ“Žπ’Ά 𝒱𝒢𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒, π΅π“Šπ“ˆπ“Ž 𝐼𝓃 𝒲❁𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Inspired by 2wice, Shaped by Life

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No silver spoon,

I only know drug antidotes,

only thing to ease my mind

when the demons call.

Five years my junior,

but the reason I became a man.

On these words I stand…

your life’s my only plan.

Jungle made of concrete,

seen no easy years,

life’s so unfair…

can still feel your soul in the air.

Price of Pain

Poetry

Howling at The Moon

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Don’t Read This Yet

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π’±π‘œπ’Ύπ’Έπ‘’ π’ͺ𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 π’Ÿπ’Ύπ“ˆπ‘’π“ƒπ’»π“‡π’Άπ“ƒπ’Έπ’½π’Ύπ“ˆπ‘’π’Ή

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I always heard talk of β€˜what’s meant to be’ told time and time again that life works wonders.

Time after time I’d disagree.
I’d ask,
β€˜Who’s to say what’s meant for me?’

who’s to say I matter so much, so much that there’s a plan out of reach, some divine notion, a greater guidance of sorts… on what grounds do I base such arrogant assumptions?

On what evidence do we assume our lives more worthy than the next…
our lives more righteous than the past?

If the individual is paramount, if β€˜special’ is what we are,
then by what criteria is that marked?
this is all I ask

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Nod To The Future

Poetry

If you must walk alone

then so be it.

Leave it to the wind

and never look back…

step out alone

and be okay with that,

but if it’s love

one day they’ll see that.

One day the mistakes make sense.

You start to understand

that you’ll make mistakes again,

you know you get things wrong

and somedays things really aren’t alright,

but you’ll be okay,

because they’ll okay with that.

And they’ll be okay

so be patient and wait for that.