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Jac Jun 2014
Busy without end,
Needless activity that
Has no bounds.
False actions
So incapsalated with.
Fretting about my life--
An unanimated robot.
Chained to the illusion
Of fervid productivity.
Things to do, things to do
Never a minute, never an hour.
Constant motion--
Only smoke and mirrors.
Gary Jun 2014
Love is true freedom
And true freedom
Can never be bought
Amitav Radiance Jun 2014
Much inaction in meaningless actions*













© Amitav (Radiance)
Amitav Radiance May 2014
Tugging at the heartstrings can create music
Or, you may have to face the music*






© Amitav (Radiance)
GreyJunebug May 2014
It is unpredictable
Every speck of dust
Every word spoken
Every distance traveled
Every forbidden thought
Anonymity and imperceptible
This is my role in the place I call home

~*Susan
Rambling nonsense...
Akemi Jan 2014
Walk without charring your soul
On approaching apparitions
Their chilling resonance
Will shake the present existence
8:20am, January 12th 2014

We owe our entirety to the past.

If the past shapes you into who you'll become, then is there a point we'll reach where we lose all free will? We completely 'grow up' and become locked into predictable patterns, thinking we've made choices, not consciously realising that the person we are would never choose the alternative?

No! Because other people exist with opinions that differ from yours. You'll learn from them and change and love and keep growing until the very end.

Unless you're a closed-minded narcissist.
SM Apr 2014
If my mind refuses to carry on
It will be reminded
again,
what will be done
must be done
and I will force these thoughts
to remain
until this day is forgotten
and all other days
that have come
before it
Should words ever fail me
again,
my actions
will speak
louder.
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