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Meruem 7h
When this timeline is hit,
And the timeclock ticks,
You'll hear those engines clink,
And I'll re-arrange all of this.

Better charge the portal gun,
Get buckled up on the Space Cruiser.
"Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!!"
Let's get out of this universe, Rick.
December 12, 2018 - 01:04

I hope by the time I hit 70, Elon Musk have invented time mahines, or I'll be able to go with Rick and travel the multiverse.

Ps. It's more than just Rick's ****** nonsense catchphrase..
I cry when I think of him,
I cry when I don’t.

So much feels missing without him,
so much falls into place with him.

I cry when I think about him,
because so much is so right.
With his image in my head,
so much is put into sight.

So much hurts so badly,
when I picture myself without.
So whenever I need some peace,
I cry thinking of him.
Rattle on
And do so backwards
In the insular hole
Strangle lo’
To and fro, in herds
Build for me a pole

Wail along
And do so sweetly
In my crooked glyphs
Sail strong
To lands discreetly
A flintlock at your hip

Walk across
And do so sideways
In a tiled oasis
Count the cost,
To hands that play
Deal out epistasis

Swim away
And do so upwards
In a veiled monsoon
Drown the day
To Carinae
Seek its vagrant moon
Alexander Foe Nov 23
time                                                        that
­

so           quickly         goes                 track     sometimes      I

by                                             ­              lose



cow jumps
the                                over the            fence and goes home.            
moon
First impressions are limited. When more than one thing happens at the same time.
In the beginning everything was still.
Then there was an itch or ache and totality stirred.
A dance was born.
Wave after wave of color emerged.
Rains of sound were released from the center.
The original impulse became two, trees, fire.
Its unity was broken, reflected from a trillion eyes.
Rhythm appeared as an essential trait.
Pulses emanated, at times violent, at times sad.
Wonder and angst ******* inside the skull’s crater.
A mad civilization rose, structure after structure.
A sea of ideas now saturates the air.
Here we are in this vast corner surrounded by a cosmos.
We are the same as IT.
These images are throbs of that primordial energy.
I have created nothing new.
jerelii Nov 17
Playful words in the mind
it creates illusion and image
of such scene
elevated into flamboyant sight
of magic and dreams
gather all the feelings
and emotions
through.
Jerelii
Nov.17,2018
Copyright
Quixotic Nov 13
Driving down the interstate,
Staring into the dash,
Hydroplaning (lost in thought and
Glowing by too fast).

At first I think the droplets
Lay down smoothly on the glass,
Like a most precious mosaic
Painted in the distant past—

But NO.
This holds no loveliness at all:
No orderly blueprint here, just
Clearish blue that splatters
And perilously bars my eyes
From seeing the road ahead.
I notice how the teardrops hit
With no apparent pattern.
They land, the wipers swipe them down,
A moment of clarity—
Then immediately more rainbombs fall and I'm blind once again.

The wipers and raindrops speak to each other
With the voices of my soul.
The rain is yelling:
LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU ARE WORTHLESS.
In every wipe I hear the frustration:
LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY.

Splash
"Look at that, you're fat!"
Wipe
"People tell you you're beautiful all the time."

Splash
"Look in the glass—you're as pretty as an ***!"
Wipe
"Appearances aren't everything."

Splash
"True for some, but not for you; you have no talents or smarts in you."
Wipe
"But you got a degree! In a field that you love!"

Splash
"Three prospect-less years have gone by; maybe you're just not meant to fly."
Wipe
"You have people that love you—even a cherished man!"

Splash
"Love me they do, I know it's true; still they grow tired of my ever-gloomy hue."
Wipe
"............."



Driving down the interstate
Staring into the dash
Noticing the ceaselessness
Of the raindrops on the glass.

I know the storm will never end;
It will always bring me grief.
The only escape from the tempest
Goes against my own beliefs.

I'm certain how this night will end:
With the dull scrape of relief,
Back to my vice that helps me cope
With demons underneath.
8.21.2016
Turgut Berk Nov 1
I need no one
Except myself;
No one can threaten me,
As I escape myself
Why do they try it?
Why do they compete
When I run away from them?
No one knows it,
As I struggle with myself.
Sonia Thomas Nov 1
What if we said that we didn't have to fall to our knees to get our way?

What if we said that we didn't have to bend ourselves backwards for anyone but our own dreams? Or maybe not even then?

What if we could sprout wings and fly to anywhere we wanted to without asking for permission?

What if I could decide my own fate, my own destiny, my own consequences, my own future, my own life, my own world and never have to worry what they whispered about us?
empty seas Oct 31
i’d forgotten what it felt like
to be confident in your body

i’m Finally able to look at myself
my face
my chest
my stomach
my legs
and appreciate them all

it feels really nice

i have bad moments where
i think i’m **** and fat and awful
but they’re becoming less and less and less

and the weirdest part
is that i’m not feeling this because someone says i’m pretty
and i guess that makes sense
because after all
her words never seemed to translate
into her actions
and after all
i’ve never let someone’s views
form my own opinions

either way
i know i’m...
well, i haven’t decided what i am yet
but i don’t think i’m ****


i was shown that it was okay
to let your anxiety control you
but i will no longer let that happen
to me

side affect of being confident: I really want to flirt with this cute British girl that showed up to an academic team meet but I’m too much of a coward
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