kaydeedubb

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  • kaydeedubb 1d

    Nightmares began when you try to create immortality in a mortal world.
    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 5d

    #haynaku #time
    Rest & Reset
    The
    time has
    come for rest!

    Rest
    from all
    of the pain.

    Rest
    from the
    fallen of tears.

    The
    time for
    rest has arrived!

    Time
    to reset
    is upon us.

    No
    more blood
    from the divide.

    The
    time has
    come for rest.

    It
    is time
    for a reset!

    ©kaydeedubb

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    Rest & Reset

    The
    time has
    come for rest!

    Rest
    from all
    of the pain.

    Rest
    from the
    fallen of tears.

    The
    time for
    rest has arrived!

    Time
    to reset
    is upon us.

    No
    more blood
    from the divide.

    The
    time has
    come for rest.

    It
    is time
    for a reset!

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 2w

    A day of sadness never ends,
    not while bodies continue to fall
    like falling leaves on a windy day.
    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 3w

    #silence #wod

    Title: Layered Silence

    Ah, you are mighty clever!
    In the night you keep me up,
    but without you, it's hard to sleep.
    How many layers do you bear?
    More than the eyes can see,
    perhaps more than the mind can conjure.
    In the heart of wrath, you bring peace,
    oddly you also tend to provoke strife.
    When adversity strikes it isn't wise to
    use you, but it's also not wise to ignore you.
    Your complexity is far and wide!
    My dearest silence—
    please, hush and let me rest.

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    Layered Silence

    Ah, you are mighty clever!
    In the night you keep me up,
    but without you, it's hard to sleep.
    How many layers do you bear?
    More than the eyes can see,
    perhaps more than the mind can conjure.
    In the heart of wrath, you bring peace,
    oddly you also tend to provoke strife.
    When adversity strikes it isn't wise to
    use you, but it's also not wise to ignore you.
    Your complexity is far and wide!
    My dearest silence—
    please, hush and let me rest.

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 4w

    sadly
    even good
    deeds go unnoticed.

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 4w

    #start #wod

    I am the midnight of forgotten memories
    stuck in a phase of insomnia, lost in cloudy
    spaces of regret and a multitude of despair.
    Forgotten, such inadequacy of what lingers,
    the forgotten one sadly never forgets.
    Those long night conversations,
    laughter by the bonfire,
    hanging together at games,
    being the go-to person...
    Such beautiful memories.
    It's terrifying to be at midnight!
    But if not me, then who?
    And not at midnight, then when?
    Who else remembers the "good" old days?

    I am the midnight of forgotten memories,
    a collector for things that have passed.
    Well past the trilogy and deep into the night,
    insomnia plagues my body and rewinds
    the time-sucking me in an inescapable whole.
    Forgotten memories only wish to be seen,
    to be loved, to exist once more, to be cherished.
    Many memories have gone neglected,
    but the forgotten memories will not
    go away for good, it always has a second wind.
    That dense wind blows in me.

    I am the midnight of forgotten memories
    put away to rot away in a photo album,
    removed from the surface of what matters.
    Midnights are my time for basking in sweetness.
    Too bad that the memories are only a short dream,
    one that has restored even what others forgot.
    It's at midnight that insomnia strikes
    and there go the wheels of years past.

    I am the midnight of forgotten memories,
    reflected through dark clouds and dense winds.
    Trying to become whole again, but stuck in a hole again.

    ©kaydeedubb


    #memories #forgotten

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    Forgotten Memories

    I am the midnight of forgotten memories,
    reflected through dark clouds and dense winds.
    Trying to become whole again, but stuck in a hole again.

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 5w

    Isn't it ironic that we squeal at the sight of dirt and mud when the flesh is molded from dirt?

  • kaydeedubb 5w

    Title: Carried Love

    Love
    is reflected
    by the carrier.

    Received
    by one
    who feels it.

    Love
    is the
    one true giver.

    One
    must first
    find it within.

    ©kaydeedubb

    #haynaku #love

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    Love
    is reflected
    by the carrier.

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 6w

    Knowledge
    lives in
    a foolish world.

    ©kaydeedubb
    #haynaku #wod

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    Knowledge
    lives in
    a foolish world.

    ©kaydeedubb

  • kaydeedubb 7w

    Why black?
    It's brave and mysteriously charming!
    ©kaydeedubb