Polymorphic
Unearthed. Deprived of peace. My resting place disturbed by a gorging drill. My self awakened from slumber.
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Untitled
I wish sometimes that someone would just give me the answer to the question pounding at the back of my skull. At this point, I feel like life has no purpose.
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Adjusted
There's no way of knowing where i'm going. Instead of living i'm supposed to sit back; floating. Go with the flow and be patient, Stay seated in your proper station.
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Completely Fucking Useless
You used to have a place in the world. You were seen as a rising star by some, with lots of potential. Then life happens and you're left to burn out.
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Excerpt
'We traveled by train to reach the hub, watched Downtown flicker by outside the windows. Snow cascaded from the sky, and beams of morning sunlight pierced the clouds hanging between the skyscrapers.
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Content
It's all getting so damn boring. I'm always frowning, night to morning. What's there left to do in this town. There's nothing here but gossip spread around. I've done it all. I felt so tall.
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Entry 7.4
'Fear not, for no matter the failures, no matter the severe predicaments, no matter the losses, regardless of the chilling touch of the strong wind and the darkness that surrounds you, you will...
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What If?
What if you're really a thousand years old, but have forgotten most of your life, and your brain is just filling out the gaps with false memories.
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I, Human (Prologue)
The construction room buzzed into life, with a faint hum, rather like that of an insect, penetrating the thick, clean air.
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My Great Fear
The one thing that I fear most is in life is mediocrity. That my life will be that unremarkable, dull, average, and uninteresting that it will pass by without leaving a ripple in the world.
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The Thrug Of Balmone
On the floor, in a cave Sits the Thrug of balmone It's head is so full But it still sits alone It's tiny green ears do not dare to hear sound And it's tiny blue feet Do not dare leave the ground A...
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Pub Quiz
I could use your brain right now There's questions on my mind And I cant seem to find the answers Especially on my lonesome I wrote a list on this coaster Can I trouble you for a large drink To...
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Home
Quiet solitude, this peaceful moment, contemplating on memory's lost. Many times in this state, so often spent.
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My Melancholic Life
My greatest despair in my life is the mere fact no one has ever understood me, and I believe no one ever will... unfortunately.
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The Moment Before We Are What We Are
I'm no longer sure if it is me or everyone else. I am in a position of self doubt followed by disappointment and loathing all too often.
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Which Answer?
Q: What will happen if we continue destroying the earth. A: Dude, we're not destroying the earth. IT'S ALL A GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY. B: Zombie apocalypse, bro.
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Getting Late
It's 3:04AM and I'm lay in bed reading the rather wonderful Opuss. I have essays to write and psychologists to analyse for Monday so sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea.
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You Stopped Making Sense
You stopped making sense You stopped making sense You forgot about your friends I want to come closer I want to come closer I want to come closer That's all I want Since you let God in You...
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Monkeys' Uncles and Aunties
What are we to become. Tens of thousands of years of evolution and this is all we have to show for it.
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No One Is Perfect, Why God?
Most people always say that none of us our perfect, that is how God created us, but did he.
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Are WeThe Same? Or Am I A Cynic?
They say everything in life means something. What if it means nothing at all. If everyone is unique, are we not all identical for not being the same.
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Untitled First Novel
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease.
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The Empty Life
I wake. I sleep. I live. I like. I help. I hinder. I speak. I think. I do. I don't. I can. I can't. I live my life but I'm dead inside. I'm an empty shell. But then you came along. To inhabit my...
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Houston, I Have A Problem.
Well, it's 2:53 here now. As i keep writing few words and erasing again and again, it became 2:56 already. Right now, i'm here to run away from my sucking, empty life. From the damn reality.
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