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wickedzeevyln · 8 hours

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The Farm

Time to come clean and do without pretentious analogies. We should always touch base with reality. One of the many inevitable things if one is to live life accordingly. There were times when we found ourselves lost in a dream world, where we had willfully consigned ourselves to escape the harshness of reality, only to wake up from the stupor and face reality again. Life is stressful, and no one…

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wickedzeevyln · 1 day

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Crumble

One day, what is left of us will crumble, for this, dare to dream. And blows the winds of imagination,and into the nothingness a universe is born.An engine jolts, sputters and wheezes black smoke until the jalopy revs on an uncharted path,and slashes through the great unknown,until roads are carved in the face of reality, and ideas brim before the skeptical. And in the inception,seconds melt…

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wickedzeevyln · 2 days

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Senescence

We never leave the same pair of foot prints—some light, some show signs of trudging, others wallowing, some left on the skin of the earth, others seared onto the heart; a scar, a keepsake, and an indelible mark in time. As life flits away. Ready for your flight? Fate hands us a boarding pass, we don’t get to choose terminals, the onboarding is never smooth, and the destination is either unclear…

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wickedzeevyln · 3 days

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Still Water

The stage is ablaze, the crowd roars. The world is a Les Paul guitar, plugged to an amp with the knob on high gain setting and wailing like a bat out of hell, scathing pitch harmonics and roaring dive bombs from a whammy bar trampling down on a poor guitarist playing bebop scales on an acoustic guitar, that’s what shortcuts and deceit do over honesty and integrity and while the latter may not…

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wickedzeevyln · 4 days

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Take Me to Your Leader

Greetings earthlings… …and before you draw your phone,to capture this momentinstead of living it.Take me to your leader,for land beneath your feet is unconscious,knocked out cold.When you look down on another,know that in this great unknown,we are just entitled speckssitting on a larger dust,so, take me to your leader,and let me have a word with him.The solution for every problemis not answered…

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wickedzeevyln · 5 days

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Real

In an interview with Jamie Foxx. He said that Tyson once told him that he was happy because he doesn’t have money anymore. According to Jamie when he asked him, ‘Why are you happy? Tyson said, ‘I don’t have any money. So I’m very happy. No one’s trying to take anything from me,’ How sad is that? He was giving away cars and money, but as soon as he loses everything they were no longer to be…

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wickedzeevyln · 6 days

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A Song of Stars and Nightfall

How is love born? Before life slithered its way into this quiet world, through a sliver in space, first was Nana, lady of forest lost, the wind draped in her back, the seas her rug. She threw down notes into the abyss, calling the night—the muted earth weary of the hissing rain, so she sings lullabies, until sound finds her lips and kisses her to taste existence, and the world comes rushing…

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wickedzeevyln · 7 days

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Poet

On a night stolen from the quiet hours. He sits there, but pleasant. Lost in a game of boxing match, forgetting about his punching bags with feelings. The moon spills into the dark corners of the house where mother nursed her broken lips, no eyes on her but her own, and those were ancient far away nights and she kept but fragments of those moments, the tale still seeps into our thoughts. How…

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wickedzeevyln · 7 days

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Past Points

Dare to change; dare to change. Crack the egg, out comes the sun, the night deserves a bedtime story, so go on and write it. Free yourself of the shackles of yesterday and forgive yourself.

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wickedzeevyln · 8 days

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Up the Hill

The way to success is not a walk in the park, the path may be steep, the obstacles formidable, and the burdens heavy, but it is our resilience and our willingness to create a version of ourselves worthy of the prize in the face of adversity that defines our ascent to greatness. Past the point where the streetlights dared not touch and the world disappeared in the thick mist through the twisted…

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wickedzeevyln · 9 days

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The Gift of Genuine Hellos

Whether we like it or not—life happens to all of us. First, there is a happy bubble of a world where we don’t have to pay bills or rent, where crying peevishly sometimes gets you ice cream, and you get to shout and claim your favorite superhero’s name, and someone responds with theirs. We were oblivious to the reality that was stirring outside our walls of innocence, until we stepped out, and…

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wickedzeevyln · 10 days

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Windfall

He wears a cold face.The kind which emotions deemed unsafe for dwelling.Toxic. Haphazard. Radioactive.His face was a day of the dead parade,colorful, but nothing stirs there. A cheap motel with a vacancy sign that partly lights up,his eyes were windows with cloudy corners,uncaring and indifferent. Must have been using a packet of silica gel for eyedrops,corroding away those tear ducts,at least…

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wickedzeevyln · 11 days

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Exit Wounds

—But you are alive and doing fine. While I am here, my mood dressed in black,my tomorrows belting out threnodies. Convincingly,a bottle of whisky is as good as a suture,I stitch myself up, and the gaping hole in my heart.My fingers run across the mouth of my wound,like your lips, it stings, like your promises, it scalds. So here I am, trying to scrub you off my memory,hoping I’ll leave it…

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wickedzeevyln · 11 days

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After the Storm

We waded through our fears, floundering and sinking. All the buckets of tears heaven could cryflows down the storm draincarrying the waxed paper boatswith messages of innocence written on them,“Away you go, rain,” they read. As we waved our hands,the imaginary peoplewearing coats and dresses,wave back and point at the sky,the sky ashen with gloom,yield our prayers,finding no reason to fill our…

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wickedzeevyln · 12 days

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Vantage Points

It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood. —Karl Popper The door creaked on its hinges when Tim swung it open, like in one of those haunted houses, he remembered the doorway to be wider, he could barely wheel his luggage in, and inside the house smelled like it was crumbling, he stood there for a second and swept his eyes across the room, the walls he and his…

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wickedzeevyln · 13 days

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Beyond the Woods

See beyond the woods. Some individuals find themselves ensnared by their circumstances, recognizing the flaws within themselves and openly admitting their potential for improvement. They yearn for that elusive opportunity to rise above their past missteps and redeem their character. On the contrary, there are those who cloak themselves in the guise of righteousness, basking in the perceived…

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wickedzeevyln · 14 days

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Ink and Paper

To Romy, wherever you are. In the arms of silence, when we drift into the realm of our thoughts, forgotten snapshots from long ago come to focus along with a scent we try hard to remember, scents are intertwined with our memories, and memories are strands of our past we continuously weave with our present, little by little, our minds are swathed with a gossamer, adrift as fleeting wisps. The…

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