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Sometimes I just want to carpe that diem / Sometimes I just want to eat doritos / Whatever it is that I want, I do it some times.
Haikus are so easy to write, I can write too Just 19 syllables, HA!
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
S M U G
How can you have a crush on someone you've never met How can you admire words you've never heard How can you become infatuated with a pixel face How can you relate and laugh at situations you've never witnessed How can you get entwined in moments you wish occurred How can you desire someone and not know if they think about you, too I'll never come to know how this came to be but what I do know is that your frozen smile makes me happy
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Modern Love
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
O Captain! My Captain!
11:11 make a wish, we wish upon a simple number A number that does not actually exist but still we hope and wonder Catch that loose eyelash to blow it away, making a small plea in its blunder A detached follicle, aimless and dead but still we hope and wonder Flame on a birthday candle joyous and then put out, creating year-long wishes under a small breath only you hear and no other but still we hope and wonder Shooting star caught once in a lifetime sparkling in your awe with no sign of thunder only a hyper ball full of gas but still we hope and wonder Why we make wishes to no avail is a question hard to answer all we need is something false to latch onto so we can hope and wonder
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Wishes to No Avail
Why can't I just reveal-- reveal my true feelings for you Just break the silence one day and hope you feel this way too Why can't I just scream at the top of my lungs-- my lungs expelling burdens I've locked up A sense of empowerment beckons over me as I imagine just saying 'enough' Why can't I just talk to you the way-- the way I explain this infatuation to my friends Slowly going through the reasons I fell from your beginnings to your ends I can't let go of this little secret but deep down I know why Self-doubt arises inside of me and determines no, not I
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Why Can't I
Caveat emptor, buyer beware Not everything is the way it seems- You stole an assumption from me Caveat emptor, buyer beware My Innocence had gotten the best of me- Countless imaginations about you, countless dreams Caveat emptor, buyer beware I felt betrayed even without commitment I don’t know why but I thought you’d be an exception Caveat emptor, buyer beware A kiss on my cheek and venom on your lips Vulnerability at its finest Caveat emptor, buyer beware I thought you had committed a sin, But it was me who had wronged for I hadn’t realized- Caveat emptor, buyer beware
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Caveat Emptor
O me, o my! The world is sorrow For I have quite a struggle tomorrow Wandering incredulously for truth Why I am here to do I have no proof Woe is me, I have to think all day Working aimlessly is the only way? Me thinkest I must be a poor soul Animal and child have no such cold The Powerful Force bequeathed me a ban: No progress without the plight of man
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Plight of Man