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jOhNo
19/M/Sydney I think too much
I told her I loved thee, as much as she could see. She thought I was sweet, I told her she'd meet, the happiest side of me!
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
wǒ ài nǐ
I can break the laws of the universe It's true Everybody can Everybody has _Even you!_ It happens in a special place that exists in the peripherals of your mind When you look for it it hides When you think about it it ceases to exist And you can never find it But you visit it almost every night _This space is the brink of your subconscious!_ _The space between worlds and realities!_ _A singularity, where physical law is a mirage!_ On the nights we sleep but don't dream, we visit this place It's between the day's last conscious thought and the following's first In this space hours past in faster than an instant There is no body, soul or mind There is no void There is no colour There is no concept of empty _Pure, absolute nothing!_ In this space, the entire universe ceases to exist We wake the next morning with no recollection. We know objectively that time has passed, And eventually the feeling of our temporary transcendence fades And we carry on without asking This happens to all of us, On nights you sleep, but don't dream And in that space You can break the laws of the universe
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
I Can Break the Laws of the Universe
That got your attention Didn't it? Even though I am a stranger Who couldn't possibly know it to be true And worth is subjective Arbitrary Those who know you would disagree And point out your merits And you would weigh yourself To realise that not all parts are equal Who am I to say such things? And yet you take the time to read it Reread, incase you misread In reading you contemplate it's truth You are my puppet, and me your puppeteer How could you be such a sheep! Why are you amused? Why does insult carry more meaning than praise? It's easy to hurt. Sticks and stones may break your bones But words can make you think you deserved it. We are social beings and so We look for validation But insult stands out It leaves a branded mark in our brains And so we spotlight it Unfairly Unjustly It's easy to be sad. But it's fulfilling to be happy. Being positive is hard But it's worth it in the end. How could I possibly know? I couldn't. But I do. And soon you will too. What are you doing now? You are reading! Now you are smiling.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
You're Worthless
I Pitch black dark, full of wonder I step outside to leave warm light The cold air stings my city skin Silence permeates the night. In the countryside I stay Where stars shine their brightest I look up, full of expectation It's not fulfilled, not the slightest. I will not lie, I did see stars But it was underwhelming, I thought. 6 hours drive away from home It was all for nought! In that single moment I aged many years. I was Disappointed. Discouraged. Disheartened. I went back inside I was Defeated. II Next night, just as black, just as cold, just as still I leave the light and creep outside The dark gives quite a thrill. I can barely see but I still walk Soon my eyes adjust Shadows, treelines, unlit pathways With time, become robust. And then I see them. Stars like tiny pinpricks, materialise Thousands upon thousands appear I stand and watch as they arrive Frozen in awe, not fear. Yesterday I was wrong. I was impatient. I was naive. And that's ok. In that single moment, I aged many more years. I wasn't Disappointed. Discouraged. Disheartened. I went back inside. I had Discovered.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Country Stars
Dark. Quiet, quite. The fan blows cool air on my skin. Cats yowl nearby, the shuffling of cat litter Makes sounds like oceans waves, or so thought Mr Crick. This is the witching hour. 310 and the mind starts to wonder, Screens flicker, thoughts bicker. 314 and other transcendental numbers, Infinites and clocks and super-tasks. 315 and the demons rise from the red room Existing only in minds and movies. Surely this is nearing the time that I last rose from slumber All those nights ago and begged for forgiveness Metres from sleeping bodies? Did I see it then? Do I trust them? I wonder still. The chromosome lights Flash like neon signs Briefly spelling out notes With no context or chronology. Cats, Pi, oceans, light, *** but only in passing. Every seven seconds is surely impossible. Pink elephants she told me not to think about. So random. No context. Nonsense without meter or rhyme. Is it the point? Maybe. It doesn't to anybody except me. And when I die I will take all meaning And leave none For you will have to make your own Like everybody else. Like I did. Are we alone?
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
Witching Hour