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imaginary-reality
If I was to consider the world as a whole I'd have to consider it without the presence of humans As well as with them I'd have to consider the notion That there was once No one And nobody But there was potential And there was life I'd have to consider what it would be To not consider To ponder that I wouldn't ponder To admit That we as humans Are not necessary And yet, the food chain Without one the other dies And yet it was built Originally with missing links Because there was something else to fill it. What if we as humans Have a shelf life And eventually, Due to natural concerns Will be eliminated from the good chain There may have once not been a food chain at all, Unless you consider gravity And the molten denser states of space Chewing away at the atoms given to it The very centre of the formation of a planet Where gravitational pull Is the closest thing to gravity That space will ever get It can all be explained. But bacteria don't need explaining to The dinosaurs didn't need an explanation, Nor did our previous ancestors So why do we? It's only natural As is gravitational pull in a space without gravity.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
The World As A Whole
When you go away you go so far that not even my love can save you. You go off to this land where your love for me is unreachable. I cannot touch your love for me... I can't accept it, nor can I deny it. It's like an island, You and your dreams of me have floated away to a land where reality doesn't have any hold over you. You are just there, With all that you hold of our world, And one can never really see you For the fog that covers your eyes hides your soul from the world. You are hidden, Your dutiful heart is protecting you from all that could be. You disappear from your body into a land that none of us could fathom. And I hate it. You steal a piece of me. You take it and you run, You run from all that could be, And all that should be. Your body can't hold all that you feel for me. It was only built to hold your soul, Which before you stole mine was already too much for it. Since you stole your love for me and hid it on your special island I havnt been able to find you, I think you might be lost forever. I'd love to share in your love for me occasionally But you're slipping away So that all is left in you Is the me that you stole. You have consumed me and in doing so you have let me eat away your soul Until it was gone. I'm sorry for killing you. I didn't know, I suppose I must have been pretty **** unobservant to not notice you slipping away onto your island, Especially when you took with you all the parts of me that were worth a **** I never meant for you to fall so far, Like an angel who was so human in that you couldn't keep away. You dissapeared from me And took our love with you. How am I suppose to reach you now? I needed you, But I feel that I don't deserve to say that Because you needed me so much more. You needed me so differently, And I couldn't always be there for you. I couldn't ever be there for myself And now that I'm all that's left of you, I couldn't be there for you either. It was your fault that I couldn't reach you, But it was my fault that it was your fault. You blurred us together and now I can't tell the difference. I feel like I can't ever know you now, Because all that I can see in you is me, And I never could look in the mirror and then go about my day. If I looked I'd get stuck, I'd stare at my soul and wonder about life. I'd wonder about all the things I wondered about. But never once did I contemplate you while I was stuck staring. All that time I spent absorbed in myself And I never dreamt you up, Do you stare at me like that too? Was I so self involved that I even consumed myself in your body aswell? Could I not stop staring and see that the person in the mirror wasn't me at all, And that the only reason I thought it was Is because that's what I expected to see? You look in a mirror and you look for yourself. And eventually you find it. Or you dont, And that is when you look harder, You look so hard that you swear that you have climbed in the mirror and will stay there So that everytime your body comes back to take a look you can say, Here you are. This is what you believe in. But then eventually your body changes, It develops new experiences And it comes back and it looks different. There are weather lines on your forehead and you think, This is not me anymore. And that's when you climb out of the god forsaken mirror and you look around and you realise that the world has changed, And your body has made a stranger fall in love with you, The you that it saw in the mirror, But this stranger could never really find you because you were trapped. You were trapped within your ideals, You were trapped within the eyes who dared not to look at you too long in case they saw something. Something of value. And then you think, I'm so sorry my poor lady, And then you fall for her. But she has taken you so far away to a little island in her mirror, Where your love and her's is trapped behind a misty brown fog covered soul dying to have you notice pouring through her empty gaze. And you realise that she's the only one who will ever have met you in your mirror.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
The Island
When you go away you go so far that not even my love can save you. You go off to this land where your love for me is unreachable. I cannot touch your love for me... I can't accept it, nor can I deny it. It's like an island, You and your dreams of me have floated away to a land where reality doesn't have any hold over you. You are just there, With all that you hold of our world, And one can never really see you For the fog that covers your eyes hides your soul from the world. You are hidden, Your dutiful heart is protecting you from all that could be. You disappear from your body into a land that none of us could fathom. And I hate it. You steal a piece of me. You take it and you run, You run from all that could be, And all that should be. Your body can't hold all that you feel for me. It was only built to hold your soul, Which before you stole mine was already too much for it. Since you stole your love for me and hid it on your special island I havnt been able to find you, I think you might be lost forever. I'd love to share in your love for me occasionally But you're slipping away So that all is left in you Is the me that you stole. You have consumed me and in doing so you have let me eat away your soul Until it was gone. I'm sorry for killing you. I didn't know, I suppose I must have been pretty **** unobservant to not notice you slipping away onto your island, Especially when you took with you all the parts of me that were worth a **** I never meant for you to fall so far, Like an angel who was so human in that you couldn't keep away. You dissapeared from me And took our love with you. How am I suppose to reach you now? I needed you, But I feel that I don't deserve to say that Because you needed me so much more. You needed me so differently, And I couldn't always be there for you. I couldn't ever be there for myself And now that I'm all that's left of you, I couldn't be there for you either. It was your fault that I couldn't reach you, But it was my fault that it was your fault. You blurred us together and now I can't tell the difference. I feel like I can't ever know you now, Because all that I can see in you is me, And I never could look in the mirror and then go about my day. If I looked I'd get stuck, I'd stare at my soul and wonder about life. I'd wonder about all the things I wondered about. But never once did I contemplate you while I was stuck staring. All that time I spent absorbed in myself And I never dreamt you up, Do you stare at me like that too? Was I so self involved that I even consumed myself in your body aswell? Could I not stop staring and see that the person in the mirror wasn't me at all, And that the only reason I thought it was Is because that's what I expected to see? You look in a mirror and you look for yourself. And eventually you find it. Or you dont, And that is when you look harder, You look so hard that you swear that you have climbed in the mirror and will stay there So that everytime your body comes back to take a look you can say, Here you are. This is what you believe in. But then eventually your body changes, It develops new experiences And it comes back and it looks different. There are weather lines on your forehead and you think, This is not me anymore. And that's when you climb out of the god forsaken mirror and you look around and you realise that the world has changed, And your body has made a stranger fall in love with you, The you that it saw in the mirror, But this stranger could never really find you because you were trapped. You were trapped within your ideals, You were trapped within the eyes who dared not to look at you too long in case they saw something. Something of value. And then you think, I'm so sorry my poor lady, And then you fall for her. But she has taken you so far away to a little island in her mirror, Where your love and her's is trapped behind a misty brown fog covered soul dying to have you notice pouring through her empty gaze. And you realise that she's the only one who will ever have met you in your mirror.
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If I had four feet, I doubt I'd do much better. I could run so much faster, I could balance so much steadier. But I wouldn't. If I had three hands, I doubt I'd do much better. I could type so much faster, I could play so much better. But I wouldn't. If I had two heads, I doubt I'd do much better. I could see so much more, More of the world I could explore. But I wouldn't. I'd just be stuck Get me out of this warped body I would scream Give me a life of normalcy I would plead Just take away my abnormalities Until the world Seemed less unfair Rid me of this shame I don't want to play this game. I would never stop to see The rainbow that could be I'd be the devils work And nobody would be able to convince me otherwise So if I had one body, I guess it would still be the same. Even though I could have two eyes My body would still be my demise. I'd have one body, And along with it I'd get a mind That would have it's own ideas And would forever bring me tears.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
One body- The devil's work
You've got your rules One, two and three Dictating everything That I'm supposed to be I love to play your game Get so caught up in the fun Can't get away When there's nowhere to run
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Your Game
If I was to tell you My mind had gone astray I'd love to show you But I've a new personality everyday Not so much every new day The change is in but a moment A moment of atonement To sing a merry song I'd love to tell just who I am And who I hope to be But i know as much of that As I do of the waves on the sea All I can do is feel them underneath As I ride on overboard I know exactly who they are The feeling is mutual For it's one you can't describe You have to visit once again Until there your heart resides
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Just Who I Am
It was a Tuesday When you last ventured through my mind 11.11am square Was when I last did find My piece of mind I lost our time My world is out of wack Tell me, when are you coming back It's 11.12am now and I'm left wondering
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
Tuesday Physics To Ponder
A writer of sobriety A corner to turn A wager to earn A faithful gush in piracy A mystical song A wrong-doer doing wrong A costly band of tyranny A witch to be watched A sack to be sotched A mischief maker of irony Cut down your rope Send out your bloke We'll see who wins your styranny
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Something Of Great Importance
I was listening to The Decemberists- The Engine Driver when I couldn't help but write this down NOTE: This is not the actual ending to the song.. Just a spin on it that I was compelled to jot down. And I am a writer, Writer of fictions I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones My bones My bones But my bones turn to paper And all I end up doing Is scratching you deeper Deeper into the pillars That pillars that support my soul My soul I've written so many pages That my bones turned to paper As if you were to ever support my soul But I spose that's one thing about paper It don't support much of anything I let you crumple me I turned you to paper Guess my master plan to rid you from my bones Backfired a little For now I'm stuck in a crumpled heap A crumpled heap Because that ****** paper Couldn't ever make me whole Me whole
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
****** Paper
An elaborate disguise And the wink of an eye A whip to be cracked Some groceries to be stacked I'll do your bidding And laugh when you're kidding I'll be there when you need Off me you can feed Please don't hide from me You can trust me you'll see I will trust in your guidance For you encompass my requirements I have limits like most As do you, you boast We're a perfect match my darling Even in the morning whenst starts the gargling
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
A Disguise And Some Groceries
What if I fell in love With a broken down son-of-a-bitch Not because I needed to fix him But simply because I wanted to revel in his beauty The maddening craziness Of a life A life that didn't need to be maintained with perfection A life where you could just knock down pillars that you didn't need Destroy friendships that weren't beneficial A life where one could disown one's own mother Without the whole neighbourhood offering their tut-tuts And their 5 cents too many About how to trim your garden What if I fell in love with a life Who let their weeds grow And created a garden out of thorns A **** patch that would make those neighbours shriek What if I fell in love with chaos and disorder Not to right the tables Nor to order the shelves What if I didn't attempt to prune the garden But I let it grow into a forest And then laughed when I stepped on a thorn What if I let the sun shine through the madness What if I opened my arms to the destruction What if you sung me a lullaby out of tune And I asked you to sing it anyways…
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Broken China Has A Beauty Of Its Own