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A lost piece of paper lying on the floor, Lost, unused, not needed. Who needs this piece of paper lying on the floor. The tree that was lost or the man that had found it.
Walking through airport departures I deconstructed, lonely as a cloud, wondering 'what is a cloud anyway?' a union of oxygen and hydrogen, a transient arrangement of familial water...
"Think lucky and you'll be lucky" - that's the saying.
Singularity - Electricity sparks an idea that becomes a thought, the thought convinced by the idea persuades the eye to see, the eye guides the hand to motion the motion seeks a scribe The scribe...
Churches and graveyards are all around. With so many bodies just lie in the ground. Most of whom overgrown and covered in moss. It seems to me such a terrible loss. Moss and weeds cover the stones.
The air is slow and close The usual cool evening blush is heavy. (Further weights upon our shoulders). The peal of bells- Wedding, at this hour- Or maybe marking of that, I am not sure.
#science I'm a man, I'm an ape and a primate. I'm a mammal and an air breathing vertebrate, A multicellular eukaryote, And my family is billions of years old.
Welcome to this lonely world. Once you're here there's no turning back. You're trapped here for eternity. Even when your body dies, your soul still lives. There's no exit, your stuck here forever.
There’s nothing certain but death. Nor beyond nor before. We are born and live to die. Death the only gift of life. We fret; make noise, shout and cry. We skid from hills to valley and back.
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Shimmering glow as your wax it falls Dancing light show on the walls Lighting the path with your silver glow Showing us the way to go Your life is brief, you burn out fast And unlike us you have no...
I don't fear death. I've long since accepted my mortality.
#nightdwellers If you are outside of your world Where your morales spin and twirl Observing the chaos from others Does your sympathy show where it matters.
It's all gone, It's no fun, Anymore. It just stopped, My jaw dropped, To the floor. My mind and soul, Has a hole, Which through hatred pours, And sometimes, You realise, What life is for.
Why even talk. The words hold no value they are meaningless. Talk the talk but can you walk the walk. Talk is cheap. Words have no materialistic value. Penny for your thoughts. No I didn't think so.
The minds thought process is something complex, observing numerous pieces of information for our selves to digest. All around the thoughts, memories capabilities gather.
The meaning of life - walking barefoot on a blend of red hot coals and razor blades while being chased by an angry Lion toward the edge of a cliff into Shark infested waters while having people shoot...
'No man is an island', Yet I am not a man, I struggle every single day, As only humans can. 'No man is an island', I'll believe it when it's true, I never see an 'island', When I look at you.
To live, breathe and take in another atmosphere apart from your own. To have and to take it with both hands for being alone. The saxophone calls in the midnight hours.
Click on the lightbulb, The light in the dark, Seeing past all your troubles, Lending you on your way.
“Here’s the deal. You’re something called a ‘human being.’ That’s a really smart kind of animal.
Live each week. As your last my friends. For everyone knows. The current trends. Live each week. As your last my friends. For everyone knows. When it must end. Live each day. As your last my friends.
I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
#nightdwellers Gather round my darkling dears The dayliers are sleeping The candle flickers at the wick Outside the drizzle's weeping For them, the gales blow fitful dreams And creaking...