-dreams
There is something peculiar about the way you choose to save your soul while forfeiting your dreams....
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nstr
I like to read and I enjoy watching the world.
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A Recurring Dream (meow)
I'm watching how ridiculous everyone else looks and I wonder why they don't realise it. But then I see that in fact I too look like a fool... Yet it's so much fun that none of us can stop.
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You, Yourself......
I believe in the various forms of expression. I wait patiently each day to be confronted by something truly thought provoking, beautifully unique, intriguing or just....something else.
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Opuss Ing.
Not a single poem here makes sense. Rhymes are sloppy, worth not sixpence. I am not a poet nor used to such drivel, Opuss is home to the most god-awful scribble..
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Blue Maki
"The night is never black, no, it is blue" she had told me.
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Think King
I like to think that it is possible to stop thinking. I like to pretend that what i read...you don't mean. I hate to see you waste what you could be. I fear that I am just like you.
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Sleep Interrupted
I woke to the sound of my own heartbeat. The bassy thud rattling my ribs, dull through my veins and like a marching band in my head. My skin burning, hands freezing, bed wet from sweat.
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To The High Ranking Idiots.
I hate quotations. Tell me what you know. Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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Tuesday
I lost all hope that day. It was a ritual, like a bully and his friends backing a child into a corner, there I was, alone.
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Me, The Human.
Despite all I have said concerning the human thing...
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The seeping wound in reality and the friend and Hunters of IT.
I was never one for long drawn out conclusions or one to linger on a topic for more than is necessary.
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#1
Proud idiots who have achieved nothing except for the acceptance of a sperm..
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Society
When Dysfunction is your function.....
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Because No One Lies
What do they do there. Is it the same as...her. No, it can't be.
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- Life
Life is not meant to be understood. It is to be spat at as we walk its streets filled with misery, it's alleys with spent love and its homes filled with false hope and lies..
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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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Everyday Poses A Thousand Questions.
Think of an average day... Do you wake up alone. With someone. How did they get there. And you. You shower. You scrub yourself with products, made by who.
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