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riding

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we are all human, whether we like it or not; we dream, we write, we read, we show the world who we are. we are stubborn; we stop, say "no!" and don't back down. we move forward bravely, knowing that we will eventually depart this world, whether we go to heaven, or are reborn, or simply decay. each person sees the world differently, if it be by religion, language, or the people that inhabit it.
we are all human; big or small, introvert or extrovert, religious or atheist.
we are all equal.

-timberwolf
5/18/2020

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in the city, there are sights, smells, and sounds. there is graffiti and street art, homeless people, people in business suits, and people who are just sort of there.
between them, though there are differences, they are all really the same. when I walk past graffiti, I see someone who wants to show their work to the world. when I see street art, I see someone who wants to inspire others by showing they work to the world.
when I see homeless people, I see people who have had a hard life, but are human just like the rest of us.

-timberwolf
5/18/2020

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the soft kiss of snow on my cheek,
the hush of the snow as it fell outside my window,
I reached out, and a single snowflake alit upon my palm, a moment of beauty, and it melted away, as a spoken word dies in an instant, only lingering long enough for one taste of it's meaning.
snowflakes are the world's way of saying, "I am beautiful"

-timberwolf
5/15/2020

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food is music.
salt, sweet, bitter, acidic, sour,  fat, spicy.
food is a symphony of flavors, each one exploding in my mouth.
food is art, in its own way. it is abstract, it is poetry,
salt, sweet, bitter, acidic, sour, fat, spicy.
it's music.

-timberwolf
5/16/2020

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when I look out the window
I lose myself in thoughts
when I see something beautiful,
I hold my breath, fearing it blow away
when I fall asleep at night, I float elsewhere, to a world of dreams
when I close my eyes, I see the past as clear as day
and when you are hurt, I long to reach out, but hold back knowing that you will shy away as a cornered rabbit from a fox.

-timberwolf
3/11/2020

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The Sky Gleams with light
Beautiful
My hand reaches out and touches the door
But I feel nothing
Slowly I shut the door
The light slowly brushes past my face
Darkness slithers into the room
I close my eyes
And feel the darkness soaking in my skin
The door closes

-Mini Cheeto
2020 2/5