sarathustra - Hello Poetry

true sailing is dead. true singing is dead. true loving is dead. true flowers are dead. the world now is all about the cars that can be bought the newest phones And the photographs that capture pure nothingness. true is dead. you will be dead and your photography will be deleted so will be your account The world can be bought by destroying the world. fakeisam will fade such fake as love on facebook but only when it will be too late for the ones that are better than some others.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

About the world that I think it is the world.

true sailing is dead. true singing is dead. true loving is dead. true flowers are dead. the world now is all about the cars that can be bought the newest phones And the photographs that capture pure nothingness. true is dead. you will be dead and your photography will be deleted so will be your account The world can be bought by destroying the world. fakeisam will fade such fake as love on facebook but only when it will be too late for the ones that are better than some others.

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I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first. True presence, true gift. I see my self like I am in another dimension. And even when I think about the things that I think, I think them over again. I am very diffrent from low. And I like it.

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Jun 22, 2014

Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC

Moments

I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first. True presence, true gift. I see my self like I am in another dimension. And even when I think about the things that I think, I think them over again. I am very diffrent from low. And I like it.

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I hear them all laugh in front of me, for this that I am. Is it possible that I could be so unsure of myself? Though I am not really there, I see everything. Immersed in profound water , I feel everything. And I can't change nothing. I wait someone to get me out of the water telling me: "It was just a bad dream,"- but who ever comes ,enjoys my sorrow and joins the crowd And than I see , a girl stare at me. She looks exactly as me . Staring she smiles with purity and says to me: "Listen. Listen to the birds sing. Its indeed a beautiful morning. " At that very moment I feel instead of my heart , I have ice. Ice that is only kept frozen by staying in that water. And I can do nothing.

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Jun 14, 2014

Jun 14, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC

Nothing.

I hear them all laugh in front of me, for this that I am. Is it possible that I could be so unsure of myself? Though I am not really there, I see everything. Immersed in profound water , I feel everything. And I can't change nothing. I wait someone to get me out of the water telling me: "It was just a bad dream,"- but who ever comes ,enjoys my sorrow and joins the crowd And than I see , a girl stare at me. She looks exactly as me . Staring she smiles with purity and says to me: "Listen. Listen to the birds sing. Its indeed a beautiful morning. " At that very moment I feel instead of my heart , I have ice. Ice that is only kept frozen by staying in that water. And I can do nothing.

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I, a butterfly. A lazy one , though. I, a light. But not a neon one. I , an actress. In my mind only. I could hear today a waltz as I was waltzing . One , two , three. One two , three. And I, a ballerina. A laughing one. A dreamer , an illusionist. For myself only. I, a rose Without petals. A kisser too, with painful kisses. I , not a swan but the shadow of it. I , lost. and found. Happy, with tears. but anyway it all fades...

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Jun 14, 2014

Jun 14, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC

Ridiculous auto-poem.

I, a butterfly. A lazy one , though. I, a light. But not a neon one. I , an actress. In my mind only. I could hear today a waltz as I was waltzing . One , two , three. One two , three. And I, a ballerina. A laughing one. A dreamer , an illusionist. For myself only. I, a rose Without petals. A kisser too, with painful kisses. I , not a swan but the shadow of it. I , lost. and found. Happy, with tears. but anyway it all fades...

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It was 4 p.m. when the yelling monster caught me daydreaming. He was mad at me, but not so mad at me as he was at himself The worst thing that can happen to a man is self pity. And it happens to a man that constantly does good, and gets nothing in return. I wanted to tell him that yelling at me is not gonna fix anything is not gonna fix me and not by a chance him. But instead I kept my thoughts in silence as I watched a little spider climb in my fingers. And than I saw the sun shine.

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Jun 14, 2014

Jun 14, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC

An awakened dream.

It was 4 p.m. when the yelling monster caught me daydreaming. He was mad at me, but not so mad at me as he was at himself The worst thing that can happen to a man is self pity. And it happens to a man that constantly does good, and gets nothing in return. I wanted to tell him that yelling at me is not gonna fix anything is not gonna fix me and not by a chance him. But instead I kept my thoughts in silence as I watched a little spider climb in my fingers. And than I saw the sun shine.

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