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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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Back on my Bullshit Pt. 1
A bottle a day keeps myself sane, these times are the worst, my mental is in pain,It feels like we have been here forever,Not knowing the world has changed, not for the better,Society in shambles, A good time to work together
Together we achieve great things,Help each other out, we will soar without wings,Hold on tight, its gonna be a journey, don’t worry though cause in t he end we wont be sorry
times are rough when we can see each other our relationships were so smooth when we hung out.Lets bring it back by telling one another,Stay inside is for the better.
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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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Dreams
What a day to be dreaming,
Looking into the future to see what it holds,
Dreams that give the chills, not so cold.
Paths that I choose will lead me to my desires,
Smells of riches, I will reach my empire.
I gaze into the horizon of urges,
Obstacles stop me but I pass them with all my courage.
Reality snaps when I fall in my dream,
My body flinches, eyes are open,
It was a nice day to dream,
but in reality, I feel like going to sleep.
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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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Day 3
Day 3, still writing with speed,
Writing is a form of engagement,
Something I haven’t done indeed.
Spend one week in they said,
It was not a lie,
Spending week 3, am i gonna die?
It keeps going, this shelter in place,
People can’t follow directions,
You will be the reason why we are on a break.
Just do as you’re told and we will be fine.
Counting down the days before I will start to cry.
Day 3, I am still writing with speed,
It don’t take much to write with ease,
The boredom kills me everyday,
Gotta write or my mind will decay.
It starts with a push and ends with a dot.
Day 3, I am writing to beat the clock
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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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Haikus?
[1]
A great question asked,
When are we going to leave?
A  question unread...
[2]
In a world left dead.
No one cares for anyone,
an isolation
[3]
The crisp air of Spring,
Left untainted for so long,
It reeks of silence
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buttershereforfun · 4 years
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Pens
Pens and Pencils, They are the weapons of Art,
Strike and a stroke, it can penetrate the Heart,
You read and see what you want to perceive,
Be Careful because  it can cause you grief,
A dash and some  dots as it appears to be,
a Picture it makes, resonates with you as you leave,
The Senses that the arts make you feel
You realize it was not even real.
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