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Take a deep breath, Its over now, For you anyway, Others will fight on, But you did your part, You wont be remembered, Not as an individual, You will be known as Soldier, A man who gave it all for...
When the result is the same, However you play. Where is the game. What price will you pay. Success is forbidden, Lose, lose is my choice. I'll stand in my corner, And not use my voice.
No life is ever equal to that if another, not because one is better than another but because if the quality if that life. This is because of potential and experience.
I was part of a line once. Deliberate, straight, and happy. Fluorescent orange on dark grey. Stretching forever. But no more. Alas, I am now alone. There is no longer any line. There is only me....
Endings: There are so many endings, endings that make you smile and endings that makes you cry. Some endings are mysterious others are so obvious. Some endings are a disappointment.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.
Lay me down in shallow ground Let the Earth swallow my soul Let these lights be what I found Let everything I leave stay whole.
Life is as fragile as a dream. Are we living in the subconscious of our minds, our memories or our wishes. Is this the life that we live for. That we truly see as ours.
As a man was beaten, whipped, stripped of his pride. There was a watcher, spectating besides As mother and child were torn into slavery.
The time is moving somewhere south. But people runing to the north. Some people try to understand. But that's impossible for them. They try to catch the wasted years. Reveal the secrets of the life.
It's really confusing sometimes when I don't pour out myself . Many ask why I just stay in, and be cold like a stone when it comes to me. It's simple, my answer..
the dying fear to touch a door to a stall that's locked. make sure the door is open. push. stand in front of the toilet and lock the greasy knob. sit. the plates cold.
all that is or ever was is but a dream within a dream. -edgar allen poe but what if you wake up from that dream. what if you see the dream and you are awake.
I turn round and there it is. Your gaze finding mine. I never realised I was so interesting, But here you give me a sign. I never knew that you watched me, Perhaps if I really did.
Wires and wires spun around,. They whizz and whurr without sound,. Cogs turning and groaning,. Making thoughts that are too often moaning,. The bits and bytes,. Are what keep on the lights,.
"See the world in a grain of sand, And eternity in an hour." We're made to see the world , See love in a flower. See the world, But love the cover. Go work, eat, sleep, sleep.
Forces push everyone. All of them are real. But some are invisible. Everyone knows about gravity. It keeps our feet on the ground. It makes the rain fall. It keeps everything in place.
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We have days where we realise that nothing really matters. There is no plan. Everything just depends on how a person does it. And when we realise this, we realise that we need to be different.
Inspired by Batman. Why are we here. We have a place in this world, but what that is,is up to us to discover. People argue over what kind of science this world runs on-religion or math.
My halo is a runned down and abused metal ring. I refuse any more to try to shine the damned thing. If you have to work so hard and be so perfect to go through the pearly gate.
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
What is right, what is wrong. What is the difference between truth and lie; justice and injustice; life and death; rationality and irrationality. They all have a ordinary core –right and wrong.
We drift through life like plastic bags in the wind, finding ourselves compelled on a course known to no-one but the anonymous forces that make each of us their toys.