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Chris Sep 2018
In a world where the old is the same as the new,
Is there even a difference between me and you?
Could we tell the false apart from the true?
Should we leave messages riddled with clues?
This is the version a friend of mine made after i showed him "No New" and I think it's way better than the original. Feel free to enjoy it, I take no credit for it.
Chris Sep 2018
in a world with No new,
would there be a You?
could we have a True?
should We leave clues?
for those to Light the fuse,
we leave All to be imbued
with love, lies, And a noose.
just more random stuff on my mind. (inspiration comes from chris reed)
Chris Sep 2018
When you wake for the day
But see your trapped in yesterday
Yet set out to be one with sea
And hide behind mountains

When one with earth
Is trapped in technology
What happiness it brings
With the lives that it takes.
I have no idea what this means. I just wrote it and now it's there.
Chris Sep 2018
The child with no scars
Lives life without bars
His worries are that of life
but contain little strife.

The child with no scars
Plays in the sand all day
He dreams of going to mars
while his friends run away

The child with no scars
He’s got it so good
He won’t have to worry bout’ cars
he’s been w’thout food

The child with no scars
He’s not allowed to be here
He’s no better than galahs
He keeps tryin’ to get near.

The child with no scars
We avoid him while we work
He’s told “You’ll make it far!”
but no one knows how much I hurt.
Let me know why you think this is so different from the others. I meant it to be the same story just expanded beyond, but everyone i know says it's basically a different and worse story.
Chris Sep 2018
The child with no scars
Even gets fancy food and knifes
He'll never have to hide behind bars
his life will be without strife.

The child with no scars
Gets all he wants without work
Everyone tells him he'll make it far
but nobody sees how much he hurts.
I feel that this poem is my lifes work and i'm trying to perfect it. this is the OG iteration of it. i will put all iterations in the site
Chris Sep 2018
The child with no scars
Gets fancy food and knifes
He'll never hide behind bars
his life will be without strife.

The child with no scars
Gets all he wants without work
Everyone tells him he'll make it far
but nobody sees how much he hurts
I feel that this poem is my lifes work and i'm trying to perfect it. this is the 3rd iteration of it. i will put all iterations in the site
Chris Aug 2018
Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any emotions, he never had any need for a family. He could never quite see why people would waste their time raising a child when they could use their time to help society.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never had any friends, he never saw the need for such tools. He could never quite understand why people would waste their time pleasing others just to let them leave and take your time with them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never spent much time with his colleagues, he never had any need to know them. He could never see why people would want to help or get to know their competition when you could spend your time going above them.

Gregor Parson was but your average man, he loved to sleep in on Saturdays, go to church on Sunday, and work on Monday. However, our dear Gregor was never quite complete.

He never needed time for others, he already had very little for leisure. He could never socialise with others, they would always ask him strange questions or odd requests. He never wanted to do things for others, he believed in himself.

Gregor Parson was not your average man, he loved to keep people over on Saturdays, use his tools on them on Sunday and hide it all on Monday. However, our disgusting Gregor could never hide this forever.

He always thought he was right and he always saw others as wrong. He never had need for another's opinion, no one would accept his hobbies. He always knew that if only they had a chance to try it themselves, they would understand.

Gregor Parson was never a sane man, he loved to harm others on his time off, he would abuse his own tools and luckily, our horrifying Gregor was nothing more than a fool.

He always enjoyed showing off his creations, and people would always come to see. He never understood why, they would look at his creations and say things that he could not make out. He enjoyed this, he thought that maybe they could become apart of his collection.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, it scared her to her bones, everyday she saw the most horrific things, anything ranging from a doll of her being eaten to a man making pictures of her out of his feces.

She had one man in particular that scared her above all else. His name was Gregor, he was known for making abominations of the innocent. She hated him more than she hated her job. He was what kept her going.

Hailie Fink was not your average warden. She hated her job, but today was the exception, she was no longer scared, she was no longer afraid. On this day, Hailie felt rather gay.

She had one man that kept her working her horrific job. His name was Gregor Parson. Gregor was insane above all else. But today was the day. This day brought her more pleasure than any before it. Today was the day Gregor would be put down by Hailie.

— The End —