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Luke Skywalker is more disturbed that Darth Vader is his father than he is with the fact that he made out with his twin sister.
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
Realizations # 3
He's a Taylor Swift song Dancing with me in my wildest dreams He's Sam Hunt and Kane Brown Giving me a taste of Heaven Only to disappear when I wake up He's my delicate heart Stranded in the ocean Surrounded by waves And currents taking him away He's still all that I need Even when he doesn't want me He's Cajun Louisiana Delicious king cake Living in sunny California Giving me the darkest days He's my white wine nights When I'm all alone Praying for his family Though he won't be mine He's the smile on my face The feeling I chase An unattainable embrace
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
Sailor
He made shop mine whoa the bit on his cob have laggard him as their blitz was hers and their juvenile must throb wherein nothing matters these skewers in prodigal part of our tell
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
jakes
A Shepherd and his 100 sheep walk among the hills of Judea. It is a warm pleasant day not too hot not too cold It is the perfect day for grazing. Ninety-nine of the Shepherds sheep have stuck together But one has left to do his own thing. He jumps and runs away from the herd Hiding from the Shepherd The Shepherd leaves the runs after the sheep searching high and searching low but then no more than twenty yards away he see it He bolts towards him screaming cheering crying He was filled with such excitement that it echoes through the hills. He looks his sheep in the eyes so happy that he found him. With his eyes swelling up with tears He gently picks up his sheep puts him over his shoulder an carries him back to the ninety-nine.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Lost
Hmmmmm, always look, before the street you cross Forget you not, tween your teeth, to use the floss All the food upon your plate, consume Bed you make, before you leave your room To your elders listen, as they are wise, and sage from the dark you walk, as student, turning page Mock not your master, giving you advice me, you pretend to be, that isn't very nice Say you what? ******* little you over here you come, lessons, you will do Lip you give, receive thrashing so you shall none crap I take, not from you, my forceful mouthy pal
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Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
Yodisms to live by
the girl who cries wolf is always ignored by gravity but in the end, don’t ask why
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
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even when the sky is falling down even when the earth is crumbling 'round my feet even when we try to say goodbye
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
g g o
“I would never be like those girls, they’re crazy.”   Thats what I told myself when I saw every girl fan girling over some boyband. I always wonder why they have to cry even though their idols just tweeted a picture or releases a new song; music video. I always wonder why they have to waste their time to vote. It annoys me when they try their best to get their idols attention by spamming them. Fangirls get to my nerves, but I stayed quiet. I hated it. I hated them because they’re dedicating their life to someone who doesn’t even know they exist. I mean I like some bands, but I never ever did those stuff. "I would never ever.” I told myself. But one day, I woke up… "Hi, we’re 5 Seconds Of Summer." Then everything started to change.   — *And then and there I knew… Im such an hypocrite.*
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
I hate fangirls
Luke warm bath verse. Can your fingers live on my thumb peninsula forever I hope. You groom me and I'll dump the water over your head. Sit in front of me, I like the way it feels when it pokes your back awkwardly. It's weird to me, only your toes wrinkle. I can be the hot towel and kisses on your eyelids. The morphine calls my veins, while you don't call my name. Ours was unlike anyones. It still is to me and the trailing cries of women who I tried to **** my heart out of your hands. Like shucking emptiness from already emptied containers. I'm living for the day I feel your hands on my face again. Again.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Untitled
In Anaheim the ultimate celebration begins, People traveling from all over with fat grins Luke, Leia, 3PO, R2 Autographs, merchandise, cosplay too. Tattoos, nerd dating, panels and games Sea of Slave Leias and other costumed dames Everything you’ve ever wanted and more This is the place you’re looking for Fly solo, or come with family and friends Party like a Jedi until the festivities end From Lost to Disney, thank you JJ Star Wars is back in a big bad way Fans rejoice, happiness deep as a Sarlacc pit There’s been an awakening, can you feel it?
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Star Wars Celebration 2015
I spent one of my days, somewhere at the end of October, facing all my fears I let them through my mind and everyone got infected by bad vibes from me That day I woke up to some distant rambling of my parents fighting I found myself falling back into sleeping sweet embrace and awake at 9:30, finding dad sleeping on the stairs. The day before, mum put oil on my hair and I complained about the smell that doesn't fade away after washing it  four times. I was thinking of buying books and listening to music but can't because mum is beside me And I don't like doing anything near her. I asked her if I could change my glasses frame if I get straight A's for finals She asked me to find a hammer to nail my bamboo box together I wanted to show her a picture I took at school with another seven people of which I don't even know three of them but end up telling myself not to because I don't want her to critize my funny body posture. My sisters came home and suddenly all in a rush rummaging through some old things behind my closet. They found a picture of me when I was six and another one when I was eleven taking a picture with my favourite teacher. I told mum to get rid of my kindergarten ones but she kept them Next thing I knew, I lost the one when I was eleven. I saw the printer wire and my sister insisted that we should put it up so mum did and I fixed it. I fixed the printer and clear the carriage jams and all while putting up with all of the screamings going on between both my parents and both my sisters. I blasted ******* bands in my ears and running loud thoughts in my head. That day I cut my nails only on my left hand Later, one my right hand finger is stained from printer ink. Evening came and dusk came, night came. Midnight came. I talked to the only person I'm sure I love and reachable. Autumn. She's 17 and leaving school next year also very worried about her big exam on Nov 3. She told how her emotional day went that day from how her classmate cried and her teacher cried too so that night she got into the shower and cried and I said that it is okay and we talked about biology and saliva and ulcers. I listened to Good Riddance that night for how it constantly reminds me of people I love: Autumn and Luke and people I loved: Nightingale. One of my friend also had the same vibe saying she is afraid of tomorrow, afraid of turning fifteen next year just like me. We laughed about our first day going to school few years back then. I brought up all those people I used to know and asking myself where did they go? Or was I'm the one who disappeared? Night came as I sit on a dying school chair listening to the ******* loud TV downstairs I made coffee and listen to those voices. Dad switched off the TV I was left with a strangling silent even with music on full volume. Unconsciously, I grasped the coffee mug in front of me clinging to its blistering warmth and started to cry for no reason just draining out the weight of life of today. I shut my eyes with intent to barricade those tears from falling but it just pools and pour out and didn't cease and I just let them be until I hear someone going upstairs. Oh how embarassing to see me in this state wiping off tears on the sleeves of my shirt where my heart should have been Here I am in this endless mirage with a mug of coffee listening to the low hum of voices so familiar and imagery of many people that I'd like to take their pain away just to let them breathe for a while. I sipped the bitter coffee to the last drip I tried not to think of those times when I haven't listen to this one song quite awhile and just before I press play it crossed my mind what if this song changed It was kind of disappointing that it didn't but the feelings I had for this song did change I took a few glance at my bookshelf and lost in this flashback when I used to measure my height on it and adding another 28 cm just to see how tall Luke was and it turns out he was taller than my bookshelf so before I went to sleep on the same night, I told myself that I need to be at least 175 cm. I lean against my chair trying hard to recall when did those things happened? It can't be that long ago but the image is so unreachable in my head. Today, it's emotional day Autumn said it's an emotional day and I said strikethrough 'an' Today, life seemed as inevitable as death is I'm here with no particular purpose of living set in my mind except surviving against a few little distraction and let me tell you this I like it.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Emotional Day
I spent one of my days, somewhere at the end of October, facing all my fears I let them through my mind and everyone got infected by bad vibes from me That day I woke up to some distant rambling of my parents fighting I found myself falling back into sleeping sweet embrace and awake at 9:30, finding dad sleeping on the stairs. The day before, mum put oil on my hair and I complained about the smell that doesn't fade away after washing it  four times. I was thinking of buying books and listening to music but can't because mum is beside me And I don't like doing anything near her. I asked her if I could change my glasses frame if I get straight A's for finals She asked me to find a hammer to nail my bamboo box together I wanted to show her a picture I took at school with another seven people of which I don't even know three of them but end up telling myself not to because I don't want her to critize my funny body posture. My sisters came home and suddenly all in a rush rummaging through some old things behind my closet. They found a picture of me when I was six and another one when I was eleven taking a picture with my favourite teacher. I told mum to get rid of my kindergarten ones but she kept them Next thing I knew, I lost the one when I was eleven. I saw the printer wire and my sister insisted that we should put it up so mum did and I fixed it. I fixed the printer and clear the carriage jams and all while putting up with all of the screamings going on between both my parents and both my sisters. I blasted ******* bands in my ears and running loud thoughts in my head. That day I cut my nails only on my left hand Later, one my right hand finger is stained from printer ink. Evening came and dusk came, night came. Midnight came. I talked to the only person I'm sure I love and reachable. Autumn. She's 17 and leaving school next year also very worried about her big exam on Nov 3. She told how her emotional day went that day from how her classmate cried and her teacher cried too so that night she got into the shower and cried and I said that it is okay and we talked about biology and saliva and ulcers. I listened to Good Riddance that night for how it constantly reminds me of people I love: Autumn and Luke and people I loved: Nightingale. One of my friend also had the same vibe saying she is afraid of tomorrow, afraid of turning fifteen next year just like me. We laughed about our first day going to school few years back then. I brought up all those people I used to know and asking myself where did they go? Or was I'm the one who disappeared? Night came as I sit on a dying school chair listening to the ******* loud TV downstairs I made coffee and listen to those voices. Dad switched off the TV I was left with a strangling silent even with music on full volume. Unconsciously, I grasped the coffee mug in front of me clinging to its blistering warmth and started to cry for no reason just draining out the weight of life of today. I shut my eyes with intent to barricade those tears from falling but it just pools and pour out and didn't cease and I just let them be until I hear someone going upstairs. Oh how embarassing to see me in this state wiping off tears on the sleeves of my shirt where my heart should have been Here I am in this endless mirage with a mug of coffee listening to the low hum of voices so familiar and imagery of many people that I'd like to take their pain away just to let them breathe for a while. I sipped the bitter coffee to the last drip I tried not to think of those times when I haven't listen to this one song quite awhile and just before I press play it crossed my mind what if this song changed It was kind of disappointing that it didn't but the feelings I had for this song did change I took a few glance at my bookshelf and lost in this flashback when I used to measure my height on it and adding another 28 cm just to see how tall Luke was and it turns out he was taller than my bookshelf so before I went to sleep on the same night, I told myself that I need to be at least 175 cm. I lean against my chair trying hard to recall when did those things happened? It can't be that long ago but the image is so unreachable in my head. Today, it's emotional day Autumn said it's an emotional day and I said strikethrough 'an' Today, life seemed as inevitable as death is I'm here with no particular purpose of living set in my mind except surviving against a few little distraction and let me tell you this I like it.
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I want a love, a love who adores me A love who believes I am the grandest love there will ever be I need a love to believe in me Even in slights and not adhere to bigotry of family or loss of life Mischief dies, true love denies, lost is failure of evil tides Fortune persists for love chimes Listen to "Love Chimes" poetry podcast http://www.buzzsprout.com/admin/episodes/110429-love-chimes-episode-of-relationship-rock-building-relationships-that-last or listen on iTunes, scroll down to #24 and click on Love Chimes https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/relationship-rock-shirah-chante/id670836453#
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Love Chimes