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J'AURAI SOUHAITE QUE CELA DURE Je n'envisage pas devenir un prophète pessimiste, cependant ce que j'ai à te dire c'est une évidence, on peut retarder cela aussi longtemps que l'on voulait ; tu peux en refouler si **** autant que tu veux, Cependant ça finira par arriver, c'est une prophétie que je nous fais. Un jour tu te passeras de ma compagnie ; tu ne voudras plus de mes services, En ce jour-là tu ne supporteras plus ma présence, Parce que tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs, Parce que toutes mes histoires te seront déjà familières ; Parce que toute ma logique d'argumentation, d'agencement te sera assez connu, Jusqu'au point où avant que je ne dise un mot, tout sera prémédité dans ta subconscience ; Un jour où, tu t'en iras **** de moi pour ce que je suis, Un jour où tu m'éviteras pour ce que je ne suis pas ! Je n'aimerai que ça dure longtemps, Je voudrais que ce jour soit ****** le plus **** possible, Parce que de fois je me plaisais dans ta compagnie, Y'a toujours de l'intérêt dans tout, Si quelqu'un manque de réponses à la question pourquoi m'apprécies-tu? Ce qu'il ment, c'est impossible d'apprécier dans le vide ! L'amour ne fais pas de saut, l'affection ne tolère pas le vide! Et quand ce jour arrivera, tu n'en trouveras plus chez moi Voilà pourquoi à mon appel tu auras envie de honnir, À mes messages tu auras l'impression d'avoir des mains lourdes, À ma salutation tu tressailliras de colère et Tous mes compliment seront pour toi des flatteries, des mascarades ! Parce que tu auras trouvé un centre d'intérêt plus prolifique que ce que je donnais ! Tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs ou pensé trouver la bonne personne ! Je te comprendrai rassure-toi, Je le supporterai t'en fait pas ! Voilà pourquoi, je néglige au grand jamais l'instant présent ! Tomorrow never comes Je te parle, je te love dans mes bras comme si c'était la dernière fois ! Merci pour ton temps, le temps qui passe ne revient jamais ! Tiempo es vida (Spanish) Merci d'être là pour l'instant avant de disparaître à tout jamais ! Je voudrais que cela dure longtemps !
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
J'AURAI SOUHAITE QUE CELA DURE
J'AURAI SOUHAITE QUE CELA DURE Je n'envisage pas devenir un prophète pessimiste, cependant ce que j'ai à te dire c'est une évidence, on peut retarder cela aussi longtemps que l'on voulait ; tu peux en refouler si **** autant que tu veux, Cependant ça finira par arriver, c'est une prophétie que je nous fais. Un jour tu te passeras de ma compagnie ; tu ne voudras plus de mes services, En ce jour-là tu ne supporteras plus ma présence, Parce que tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs, Parce que toutes mes histoires te seront déjà familières ; Parce que toute ma logique d'argumentation, d'agencement te sera assez connu, Jusqu'au point où avant que je ne dise un mot, tout sera prémédité dans ta subconscience ; Un jour où, tu t'en iras **** de moi pour ce que je suis, Un jour où tu m'éviteras pour ce que je ne suis pas ! Je n'aimerai que ça dure longtemps, Je voudrais que ce jour soit ****** le plus **** possible, Parce que de fois je me plaisais dans ta compagnie, Y'a toujours de l'intérêt dans tout, Si quelqu'un manque de réponses à la question pourquoi m'apprécies-tu? Ce qu'il ment, c'est impossible d'apprécier dans le vide ! L'amour ne fais pas de saut, l'affection ne tolère pas le vide! Et quand ce jour arrivera, tu n'en trouveras plus chez moi Voilà pourquoi à mon appel tu auras envie de honnir, À mes messages tu auras l'impression d'avoir des mains lourdes, À ma salutation tu tressailliras de colère et Tous mes compliment seront pour toi des flatteries, des mascarades ! Parce que tu auras trouvé un centre d'intérêt plus prolifique que ce que je donnais ! Tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs ou pensé trouver la bonne personne ! Je te comprendrai rassure-toi, Je le supporterai t'en fait pas ! Voilà pourquoi, je néglige au grand jamais l'instant présent ! Tomorrow never comes Je te parle, je te love dans mes bras comme si c'était la dernière fois ! Merci pour ton temps, le temps qui passe ne revient jamais ! Tiempo es vida (Spanish) Merci d'être là pour l'instant avant de disparaître à tout jamais ! Je voudrais que cela dure longtemps !
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tonight he is ever so mean and cruel he insists on curds and gruel his face contorts and twists in rage he has imposed as tactics to maneuver and manipulate how does one escape
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
witch mountain
people walking past me and you not looking at me pretending i don't exist you know this will be my demise.
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
insignificance
lost in mysterious shades no aid to what I have played (myself) falling into an illusion the pursuit of love there's no need to desire if it's all around yet, I'm alone in bed wanting to hold someone to sleep the memories are deep I question what I truly seek practicing everyday to communicate feelings art is the result expression through mediums I've always known.. this is what I would do there's no room for people like me, so I'll remain in solitude (i have so many new posters to hang up) my week has been weird, I sleep a lot these days... it's not that I want to... I wake up and lay... think... long for her... my eyes slowly begin to close until... IT'S ******* 1 PM AND I THINK TO MYSELF... I COULD'VE BEEN DOING **** (I reason with myself..."you do work from 10 to 3am...every night of the week) I'm not used to my schedule growing up after college kind of ***** where I want to be will take some work (mostly financially) a stable job... my own place... solitude... good **** soon.. I hope I've been doing my best to overcome yesterdays "self" even though I know ultimately there is no "self" little day by day accomplishments drives the human let me be human with inconsistent reasoning and carelessnes... I'll learn from it ... and also be nothing.. at the same time? isn't it all the same anyway, it's 4:39 am and I always wonder why I'm so drawn to specifying the time in some of my poems it's not that deep... I promise maybe I should be the first person to introduce cubist poetry?? could that be a thing?? just write about different times in my life in a "poetic manner" and jumping to when I was 10 years old busting my first nut the internet was weird for me those days soccer compilation vids of my idols and **** (writer later on becomes a monster and commits suicide) (in my dreams) anyway these days... I feel alive, I was talking to this girl but I know... it won't work time requires some entertainment and I'm just... a piece of **** when it comes to feeling something for someone other than who I'd want to... start a family with... I know right those hopes have evaporated into nothingness and I'm here... I'm capable different people make me realize different things about myself that's why I choose to expose myself... their way of being changes when I let them know... it's okay to be, no pressure no ego we're just a **** load of atoms... communicating (I don't want to believe in anything) I want to learn so many instruments stringed percussion **** I'm on a good track.... I believe I wan't to write my parents symphonies and the girl I miss... I always comeback to that thinking about what to type live for my wrongs to make them right go through the dark to get to the light fear no repercussions, out of perspective sight I feel like I've gone off track it's been a long day I can't wait to wake up tomorrow I might go get some kolaches later... my spot opens in 4 minutes should.. I leave now??? mm.... I'll give it 30 minutes after I post this I may lay down and fall asleep though I never have the desire to eat in the morning gives me more time to plan what I'm going to stuff my face in later on intermittent fasting bro I hear you can sell your art via crypto currency...I've also made research about how it's bad for the environment??? weird... but I want to give the future generations more time to solve modern day dilemmas... like that **** it'd be dumb if I fell asleep mid sentence and my computer died... I'm actually pretty tired... I closed my eyes for 10 seconds and thought 30 minutes had gone by... I'm... hungry though (lol) I think I will go out for those kolaches after ******* all (as my eyes close slowly) I'm here... awake...listening to Polyphia getting hype this solo how the **** my days are numbered so are yours we will all vanish... every word people say about us after we're gone means nothing but will be missed somehow I'm going to end it here the poem hahaha I have... a lot to live for finally
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
the moment
lost in mysterious shades no aid to what I have played (myself) falling into an illusion the pursuit of love there's no need to desire if it's all around yet, I'm alone in bed wanting to hold someone to sleep the memories are deep I question what I truly seek practicing everyday to communicate feelings art is the result expression through mediums I've always known.. this is what I would do there's no room for people like me, so I'll remain in solitude (i have so many new posters to hang up) my week has been weird, I sleep a lot these days... it's not that I want to... I wake up and lay... think... long for her... my eyes slowly begin to close until... IT'S ******* 1 PM AND I THINK TO MYSELF... I COULD'VE BEEN DOING **** (I reason with myself..."you do work from 10 to 3am...every night of the week) I'm not used to my schedule growing up after college kind of ***** where I want to be will take some work (mostly financially) a stable job... my own place... solitude... good **** soon.. I hope I've been doing my best to overcome yesterdays "self" even though I know ultimately there is no "self" little day by day accomplishments drives the human let me be human with inconsistent reasoning and carelessnes... I'll learn from it ... and also be nothing.. at the same time? isn't it all the same anyway, it's 4:39 am and I always wonder why I'm so drawn to specifying the time in some of my poems it's not that deep... I promise maybe I should be the first person to introduce cubist poetry?? could that be a thing?? just write about different times in my life in a "poetic manner" and jumping to when I was 10 years old busting my first nut the internet was weird for me those days soccer compilation vids of my idols and **** (writer later on becomes a monster and commits suicide) (in my dreams) anyway these days... I feel alive, I was talking to this girl but I know... it won't work time requires some entertainment and I'm just... a piece of **** when it comes to feeling something for someone other than who I'd want to... start a family with... I know right those hopes have evaporated into nothingness and I'm here... I'm capable different people make me realize different things about myself that's why I choose to expose myself... their way of being changes when I let them know... it's okay to be, no pressure no ego we're just a **** load of atoms... communicating (I don't want to believe in anything) I want to learn so many instruments stringed percussion **** I'm on a good track.... I believe I wan't to write my parents symphonies and the girl I miss... I always comeback to that thinking about what to type live for my wrongs to make them right go through the dark to get to the light fear no repercussions, out of perspective sight I feel like I've gone off track it's been a long day I can't wait to wake up tomorrow I might go get some kolaches later... my spot opens in 4 minutes should.. I leave now??? mm.... I'll give it 30 minutes after I post this I may lay down and fall asleep though I never have the desire to eat in the morning gives me more time to plan what I'm going to stuff my face in later on intermittent fasting bro I hear you can sell your art via crypto currency...I've also made research about how it's bad for the environment??? weird... but I want to give the future generations more time to solve modern day dilemmas... like that **** it'd be dumb if I fell asleep mid sentence and my computer died... I'm actually pretty tired... I closed my eyes for 10 seconds and thought 30 minutes had gone by... I'm... hungry though (lol) I think I will go out for those kolaches after ******* all (as my eyes close slowly) I'm here... awake...listening to Polyphia getting hype this solo how the **** my days are numbered so are yours we will all vanish... every word people say about us after we're gone means nothing but will be missed somehow I'm going to end it here the poem hahaha I have... a lot to live for finally
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to you who has found so much life in my work. who has taken so much of me. and me from you. we sit over coffee like old war generals. its nice. its one of the first nice moments we've probably had in awhile. i buy gum on the way, like i want to impress you. i do want to impress you. im embarressed for wanting that. because you probably don't and why would you. this was all in a past life so long ago. the hug hello was a bit tighter than the hug goodbye but im glad we could end it on a high note, over coffee.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
on a high note, over coffee
The lord is probably Ashamed of me as son Because I’m part of the **** That walks his earth Filling my lungs with a toxic smoke Drowning my liver with a deadly elixir Can’t go a day With out a fix I have 99 bars And none of them Are going to get spit So I popped them all with Molly And overdosed to the sirens
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Fin
Test **** them How dare you tell me I'm smart because I got an A Im smart because I learned the material I'm smart because I raised my hand I'm SMART because I know **** that other kids don't know What do I know Not taxes Not mathematics Not English Not grammar Punctuation isn't a thing when you Have to figure out LIFE But is it life Isn't a thing if you don't have A diploma So what am I doing Nothing I'm not smart I'm conforming To a life That only answers To a,b or c
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Education
*can't take how much I love you every single sip, every single song reminds me so painfully of you I look at your profile pictures like I'm some kind of creep and it's the little things like your smile that make me weep and I guess what I'm left with is different in most of my pictures I was with you at that time or you are even in it can't look at my own past don't feel happy when reminiscing can't help but feel I've made a mistake like we found a permanent solution to a temporary feeling now my heart aches*
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
Well Would You Look at That
*Friends Who the **** needs them? You know who you are! Eh hmm. Caught like a fly In a web of your lies It's truth be told now Or it's meet your demise So how did it feel? When you held the knife That you stuck right in my back A thousand times*
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
Lyrics that Relate
Tracing the cracks on the wall, my eyes are burning but I'm fighting sleep. The lonely hum inside my brain is telling me to do something but loving you is exhausting and it's been raining white flags inside my brain since summer. The end of us felt like an earthquake- something tragic I never saw coming and my God, I never saw it coming. Every night I remind myself that the more I close my hands the more I hurt myself and it's not easy being valiant but I am thinking of you quietly now.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
FIN
Holding so much inside. Ignoring the pain that resides. Telling myself we'll be alright, knowing full well it's a lie. Breaking, shattering, falling apart. Reaching the end of that rope; my last gleaming hope is fading. Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes, the last burning embers pulsing out. Collapsed lungs suffocating me, drowning in deprivation. Grim stands beside me, holding my hand. Das ende. Slutten. Fin. lmt
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
The End.
breathe it is all over now.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
closure
Falling to pieces, broken Inside, trying to get better but it Never works- they lied.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Fin.
If you need to go beyond And don’t want to play a game You need not to walk or fun Tool or trick or tact or fame If no plan; you have at all Talking about he or she Any season or snow fall Fly to have it like a bee If your goal is miles so far You have no food, fish or fin No matter plane, train or car Face no trip through thick or thin Go with care be determined And you have to see your past You have your inner! You find You will be succeed at last
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
NEED
For a while now, I've had a thought swimming alongside my awareness, a fin cutting the water as I wait for it to save or **** me. Dolphin or shark? It came near enough for me to make out its shape recently. **** or save? I know at least that it wasn't a fat guy with a prank fin and a snorkel. It closed on me and I realized what is most painfully missing. When I am touched, it is simply that. Dreamlike, my finned pursuer still refused to reveal its whole shape to me, and instead became the emotive image of a hand lovingly reaching for my face. That small act of love is gone. It means so much to me, that tenderness, that I ruined the last ship I sailed. I tore every beam apart in my search for what was just a three-legged spider deep in her darkest corner. So I burned down the good ship Treble and used the remains to float away. I drifted to an atoll and chose a meek ******* It would certainly do, what better place to spend my remaining balance of time? The breezes whispered and wouldn't stop. Tides eroded and regrew my ******* until the even rhythm became inherently strange. So steady. Evenly, unknown, eternity. When the bottle washed up, I jealously guarded it from the ******* I should not have called the ******* Wilson. Apparently Wilson controlled the weather. Several gales and at least one hurricane punished my foolish hide. But the bottles kept coming, encouraged by the raging. Shortly after, I learned to surf. Well, I wasn't good at it. And Wilson didn't approve. It only took a little inclementation to sweep me away. If Wilson did control the weather, she must have been exhausted by then. What a flimsy board. It was my shield, held wearily up against the hungry ocean. Before my encounter with the amorphous beast, I was just drifting, again, unsure what quixotic urge took me so far. And then the fin arrived. **** or save?
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Cardboard Castaway
For a while now, I've had a thought swimming alongside my awareness, a fin cutting the water as I wait for it to save or **** me. Dolphin or shark? It came near enough for me to make out its shape recently. **** or save? I know at least that it wasn't a fat guy with a prank fin and a snorkel. It closed on me and I realized what is most painfully missing. When I am touched, it is simply that. Dreamlike, my finned pursuer still refused to reveal its whole shape to me, and instead became the emotive image of a hand lovingly reaching for my face. That small act of love is gone. It means so much to me, that tenderness, that I ruined the last ship I sailed. I tore every beam apart in my search for what was just a three-legged spider deep in her darkest corner. So I burned down the good ship Treble and used the remains to float away. I drifted to an atoll and chose a meek ******* It would certainly do, what better place to spend my remaining balance of time? The breezes whispered and wouldn't stop. Tides eroded and regrew my ******* until the even rhythm became inherently strange. So steady. Evenly, unknown, eternity. When the bottle washed up, I jealously guarded it from the ******* I should not have called the ******* Wilson. Apparently Wilson controlled the weather. Several gales and at least one hurricane punished my foolish hide. But the bottles kept coming, encouraged by the raging. Shortly after, I learned to surf. Well, I wasn't good at it. And Wilson didn't approve. It only took a little inclementation to sweep me away. If Wilson did control the weather, she must have been exhausted by then. What a flimsy board. It was my shield, held wearily up against the hungry ocean. Before my encounter with the amorphous beast, I was just drifting, again, unsure what quixotic urge took me so far. And then the fin arrived. **** or save?
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Your outstretched arm And kind eyes Draw me in Not back to a place of love But instead to your construction of pain And hurt And blame Where it's apparent that the olive branch Held between your fingertips Is twined with barb In my bleeding palm
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
olive branch