Posts
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Freedom
Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
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Experiences
Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
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Dopamine
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
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The Old Hay Rake
The old hay rake stands alone, all but forgotten.
The trees tower over it, youthful, green, and most importantly, remembered.
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For the Future of Our World
For the future of our world.
We need to be strong enough to stand up against those who wish to ruin it.
Say "We live here too."
"And even if it was just you here, it would still be wrong."
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No Signs of Me
Out in the woods you think you know,
But can you really let it go?
You will not see me slipping through,
Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.
No signs of me, only of you,
Loves
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behind the screen
this happens too often:
attachment to that one friend;
a text—a hey—oh look,
i'm crying again.
you read it but you don't respond,
you play your games instead;
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She With the Eyes of Fading Stars
Tears slipped quietly
Down her face, hair
Messily tied back into
The lowest of low ponytails, and
Perfectly manicured nails just begun
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What Are We Made Of?
What are we made of?
Flesh. Bones. Nerves. Muscle.
We are a cacophony of carrion all bundled together,
Seen as holy,
Seen as beautiful.
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there was a girl
her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins
and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too
and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked
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Moon Like a Clock, Dreams Like a Story
Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.
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As The Last Light fades
As the last light fades, so do the birds.
So do the rays of sunshine.
So does the warmth in the air.
A chill gets carried across the gentle breeze as it ruffles the leaves of the trees and makes them dance.