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Life never gives us what we want when we want it, it gives us what we need when we need it most. If we got everything we wanted when we wanted it, we would get bored very quickly.
Once cherished,. Once loved,. Once cared for,. We are the castaways,. The replaceable,. The ancient,. We have grown old,. Our youth and shine,. No more but sold,. We are the castaways,.
#youngwritershousehold. I flow with the wind,. I drift over the world,. After time I've thinned,. And I have unfurled,. I get old and I wither,. Get picked and thrown,. In the current of a river,.
I walked alone unnoticed. Their stares past through me. Like the molecules of air - I'm transparent. My existence is dispensable. Our world are different. Worlds apart actually. I live in isolation.
They say "You," I say what. They repeat, "yes, You" I say "You who?" So They check my vital signs And say, You are alive.
It is said that after rain comes sunshine. Rain never pours down and thunder never make the heavens tremble. I am never reminded of that I am alive.
“It has occured to me that humans are the least fortunate of all living beings. They have all the same instincts that all animals share; to survive, to feed, to reproduce.
"Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning?", "But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I?" - Alice and Wonder Land A very potent philosophical hypothesis.
The suffocating blows. And torrid affairs. Grace my face. Once more. The sirens of time. Forever now lost. In the sweet whisper. Of the has beens. I tremble now. And blink then. The time was there.
I'm filling in the blanks; The white and black boxes Side by side, Bit by bit Forming words and answers Some higher being's asking for.
I'm watching the robots. Doing their thing. Some made of metal. Some made of skin. Transporting parts. From this place to that. Metal ones orange. Skinny ones fat. Perpetual motion. Must be a chore.
United in our travels, A fog of light and ink, That drifts across the face of earth, With no ship left to sink, A legion and a nation, Of single souls and minds, Rogue wanderers of all creation, And...
A name is a word That's given to you Not of your choosing But it'll have to do Your name is a mark That sums up your whole A flagstaff in good times And as life takes its toll You change and you...
We lay down our dream To proclaim our church And unholy it is; This is our work. Forward we lurch.
A place in the sky, All cloudy and white, Sun's always shining, And it's never night, Angels with white wings, Floating around, Fluffy White clouds, Cover the ground, Or A never ending...
Round and round in circles No one can ever know Spend a lifetime searching Who will be there when we go.
The is room full of words, How did it get this way. Painted white, with words of night, Creating chaos where they lay. The paint has splattered the floor And the pen still roles around.
I'm always awake before I've awoken. Is today the day I cash my token. Before too long, my mind's asleep. No more noise, bittersweet relief from living vicariously through poorly taught beliefs.
Mould and reshape me Turn me into something I don't want to be Manipulating and sculpting Finish me off with a glum expression Tan me in your fiery furnace Leave me on the shelf with no...
Black and white, That's how it seems, No rainbow, No technicolored dreams. Black and white, That's how it is, Strolling along, Minding my own bis.
Alla är så rädda för ensamheten Som om aids och ensamheten vore det värsta En människa kan drabbas av Och smittsamma sjukdomar är det Aids genom blod och kroppsvätskor som blandas Men ensamheten är...
So what if there is no fate. Nothing is meant to be, you make your own destiny as you go. Very scary yet empowering.
Waste not, want not Not more from me I can't be what you want me to be Be me now and be me free Some want more than what they see Others hold back and underachieve We all want what more in...
What is the most fragile thing you know of. Is it: your lovely glass ornament you got in India; is it that adorable clay sculpture your child made you in pre-school.