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G J O'Brien Dec 2014
Some people are blind in this world, others see gold, some only do of what half there told, others in a way seem kinda gay, the words we use it's like a play, we fake, we act, we love unintentionally, we laugh, we sing of memories we bring. Our cups and plates are all so full we stare outside broken windows.
Sarah Michelle Nov 2014
A rule of acting:
"Real people lose."
They don't cross everything off the list.
Trophies, good days, and money
require a sacrifice of comfort
somehow already deceased.
It's a slow, steady process.
A long and sometimes plotless movie.
(By the way,
you know who will be talking to themselves
at the end.)
10-15 stream of consciousness poem
Mr X Oct 2014
It rains diamonds on Saturn...
And there's no need of it there.

Here, we run in short of diamonds
And the desire for it never stops.
...
....

Maybe rarity adds a value.

Even to a piece of glittering rock!

Perhaps that's why we crave love so much...
It's rarity makes it so precious...
Hakeem Jenkins Jun 2014
people don't make you
and they don't ever break you
you are in control
you think therefore you are
Rebekah Wilson Apr 2014
I'm afraid to "grow up" because that means I will have reached the end of my potential; it will mean that no matter what I'm doing, I will be doing it to "make a living" and then live that life that I'm supposed to want to live--except that I don't.
I'm supposed to spend eight hours, every day, doing a series of mundane tasks that I secretly wish I didn't have to do--that I secretly wish would somehow **** me--all for a paycheck that allows me to keep a roof over my miserable head and keep poison in my fat body to just keep on breathing so I can continue this cycle of attending this mundane job to pay for this living that feels so lifeless.
And for what? So I can go out a few hours a week and spend my extra time with other human beings--my extra time that I wish I could just spend without--and pretend, for their sakes, that I desire to be with them; that I desire to spend this time here, on this earth, performing for them and the world and everyone else?
So, really, the meaning of life--the reason to go on living--is so that those who spend their own few, precious, extra hours with me can go on, knowing I'll be there, wearing my mask, so they can feel as if they're making a living out of this life.

...But if I don't "grow up," I can possibly continue to fool myself into believing that life will, some day, be worth living.
2020: okay, Peter Pan. My job is amazing and my life is so friggin worth it.

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