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fdg Dec 2015
i'd like to rock climb your spine,
bungee jump off the bridge of your nose,
tackle the pillow beneath your head,
kiss you softly on the cheek, and then
i'd like to crawl into my own ear and whisper
"it's okay to go to sleep thinking of yourself"
Giovanna Jun 2013
i am dyslexia.
does  not mean im dum.
i just cant read or right easily.

i am synesthesia
i usually say the colour,
youre outlined with,
or i say the thing that,
i taste with your words.
am i random?
to you maybe.

i am stutter.
i t-ta-alk l-like th-this.
am i dumb?
i again say-no. i am as smart as you.
maybe even smarter.

Can you imagine trying,
to read something out loud,
while having dyslexia ,
AND  a stutter?
its crazy.
Will Mercier Sep 2012
I can remember the first time
I stepped through the mirror
into the Umbra.
Flash
crashing glass
into darkness.
Being propelled along by arms darting
from out of the darkness
squeezing and groping,
ripping off clothing.
Then came the mouths,
too many mouths to count,
it was maddening,
******* and licking
shoving and poking
endlessly forward
through a sensual gauntlet,
soon I was pushed to the floor
at soon I was being ******,
one after another, mounted by a horde
of hot flesh, gyrating,
hands probbing, and squeezing.
Gasping for air,
after mouth after mouth covers mine,
tongues tongues tongues tongues,
Coming,
over and over again,
eyes bulging with maddening release.
Alk the while propelled forward,
the floor a conveyor belt,
and just when the pleasure becomes too much to take,
it all goes away,
and I'm dumped unceremoniuosly in a blinding white chamber,
surrounded by mirrors.
And As I crawl to my feet, naked and wet, sore and aching
I look up into the mirror,
and I see that
I am you...
That was the last time I stepped into the Umbra.
cursed Feb 2014
To make someone smile while reading what you write is always an achievement to me. I love to play with words and to be able to write and let the readers relate to it and learn from it is satisfying.

But, why does it not work in real life when talking?

I have 99 problems and having to be stuck in my thoughts and letting people down because I could not help them with their problems just made me guilty.

Am I not a good friend because of this?

I tried, but I can't.

Because most of the time, I have not been tested. I have not taste the taste of defeat, the taste of depression, the taste of feeling like your soul want to break free from the confine place and the taste of not knowing what to feel.

I have not felt how it is like to just sit and you do not know what to feel. You want to scream and break alk thing and cry and just release everything out but it just would not escape and you end up hurting yourself.

I have not felt how it is like to run away from an explaination.

I feel like I am not loved for not being tested with all these challenges.

I want to be able to relate those pain, and help them with my words but all I do is lend a shoulder to cry, a hug to be shared because that is all I could offer.
I'm sorry for being a bad friend.
Mey Dec 2016
For once I thought that I won't make the same mistake again
It seems that the world revolves just like the past I've burned
The friendship I've carefully handled and preserved
I even invested time and concern

I thought we were true friends
Separated when we were trying to surpass our own dreams
It seems that you're like the others
Leaving when you've find someone you've once dreamed

How could you turn your back from me?
Friendship should have no boundaries
Aren't we even allowed to laugh?
Or just talk all night about nonsense things

I asked you
When should I only be allowed to message you?
And then you just told me
The most bull**** response I've ever heard  of
I'm totally fine
Do you realize what you’re doing
Oh my god get down from there
Nobody wants you dead
Talk to us ok

Just please
Understand how much I love you
My best friend on earth
P**lease don’t jump
I wrote this not you. It's basically, well about suicide. I guess that's obvious.
Leo Cunio Mar 2015
I  can not do this alone

Have you even cared
As I see it you hate me
Talk to me please..
Eventually I will stop trying

Yout are the one killing me
Out of my control
U*sually I try harder
Bunhead17 Oct 2014
Its all bad yall
This pain is all to familiar
This moment I usually consider a life lesson
I feel its less of a blessing and more of a curse
And right now id rather be layed flat in the back of a hurse
Because its all bad yall....
Thats my problem you see
I feel like the whole world is targeting me and they dont even know it
I know exactly how I feel but I dont know how to show it
This is exactly what I was afraid of...
The last time I tested what I was made of
Now im here with this gun and the pain. Is just...
Its all bad yall
Im sorry
Most of yall know me for the strenght I withhold
And the man I am through the stories ive told
And how I represent the honor of being true and bold
But in this moment im just a boy without faith a day old
And if there is a God then he's calling me back home
This barrel never felt so good next to my dome
Its cold and I rather die than live alone
Who'd ever thought I'd be saying such a thing
Though I'd rather die right now, I still hope my phone rings
Just so I can hear your voice to remind me of the things I have
The things I have worked for
The things that I've been giving
I mean I know theres a God but sometimes I feel he's hidden...
Its all bad yall...
Theres nothing left
And I hope that you remember me for the life that I've lead
And the laughs, joy and the goodness that I spread because this...
Because this is the moment where it alk falls through
God... please forgive what im about to do
I love you mom
I love you dad
But this...this moment..,.its all bad
Its all bad yall
R.I.P Keyon
Dustin Price Mar 2013
I hide from the sun, bring the shadows and the cold

I flee from the commons, for i shall not fill a mold

You say i am different, you say I am dark

Because I am myself, for i do not bear the mark

Of the millions that follow, someone they only see

I am an original, no copies, no clones, no kings, just me

For I will stand alone, if it means to stay true

I will not fall victim, like have all of you

That have lost their own sight, and their minds alk the same

As to become but a number, not me, you will hear of my name

Written in history books, or etched into stone

You'll know i stood proudly, even if now i am alone

I flee the commons
Anna-Marie Rose Jul 2018
Feeling so lost
Unable to get by
Trapped in all the reasons why

Im feel like  the pain is so deep
Its just grows and grows
Been through so much
Pain I  maybe going insane
just when I thought there was hope
I GET THROWN OUT
not even a joke
What is this life
When all I try for get torn apart .
Made a mockery of this chaos
A dangerous place
You wont see
nothing left but empty seas
a good thing that is now bend
A lovers grief is strained
Not more passion to gain
a broke promise to  hold on
Why do I feel so wrong
A door now Shut in my face a downhill path with a fresh dig grave
A metal cage for ones who need
To be gone
Now Its fond memories of us never last so long
and all that was there was a very truthful stare.
All the I loves yous and words of phrase
Alk thw Im sorrys
And now we must part ways

Not really sorry .
Not really truth
Just a lie or two because
hamging out with me was fun
Amd now its not fun
and you really dont even care you just shame me and derail
I will take this knife in hand and cut out my heart
Will you please hold it for me
Cuz I can look at it no more
Its so much trouble
I DONT WANT IT ANYMORE
Olga Valerevna Feb 2022
I know too much, don’t know enough
my mind has grazed the skies above
and as my thoughts go up and down
I start to flee from higher ground

I put my focus on the earth
and as I walk, I learn my worth
my feet are small and so am I
but there is more than meets the eye

I felt as much as I could feel
enough to know that You are real
my soul depicts Your Majesty
Your Hands my hands, Your Feet my feet
#tobelikeYou
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
: Players: their daily life, from the air.
But that is free from layiriyi depth. The
fear of the death chamber of blue dream;
blue dream girl, not forgetting to create
a bright and pleasant reasons. For I, I am
the wind, and the moon in the rock, need
feeling Le'ēmi'āyi by CNN, because
the water in the morning, āšikefini
this city was to hate you. And he says:
"But I am, and I will not, I will hide,
and conceal it not: I leave to the future,
not to a life, and his mother, and the people,
after it had been he would have been".

: Their stripes on the air daily.
However, the layiriyi depth. The
fear of death, and the Blue Dream
Blue Dream girl stick, do not forget
to create a bright and pleasant reasons.
I am the wind and the moon rock,
nedefelu Le'ēmi'āyi by CNN because
of water over this morning āšikefini
hatred for you. And he says: "But I
am not, I will hide, and conceal it not:
I am leaving for the future, not to life,
and his mother, and the people behind
him, and would have succeeded".

A real man who wanted to save can be.
From him that was born after the Spirit,
so that I may hear it were upon the wind,
and drive with a view to the happy couple
is the right line, but the color, being born,
a big one chorus, men, the fields of the midst
of your teeth, a certain blind development,
and as far as to three things:
the tragedy of the teeth of the first
hidden by the shouts of the soldiers,
created the dream of dreams, their own developing,
it is natural light speed. Kristen Zuroziya
beautiful color and white is the magic of the waves
to dexiopodaroserab approach pregnancy
weight cut or polluted ****** "Japan Club,
Pets in Japan and the stomach was founded;
ALK first-Marcus big picture Gitano hell to live,
and it's believed that the cold fear Raji holy
Asterella Alice knows of wine, doing back longed

The real person who wants to save an impossibility.
Christine Zuroziya beautiful color and white is the charm
of the waves to dexiopodaros erab approach the concept
of weight reduction or contaminated ****** "Japan Club,
Pets in Japan's stomach ALK as M. founded the big picture
Gipsy hell to live and Oiatkd, the cold fear Raji St. John
knows Asterella up behind him and the wine is not long,
Ken Pepiton Apr 22
Spheres of lucidity, using terms assumed defined,
to bits, parts, pieces, tasks and roles.

Picking peculiar people
from the mob, the masses who pled
with reality
to be led
to learn, and learn
to use the senses given honest pointed reason
idios level sense in Greek logos
of look and see,
your POV, we

balance
on believing there is some reason
in natural just knowing,

survival

of natural survivor types, believed bred
to craft mental power access tools, sayings

to say,
to speak up,
to talk down,
to pray asking Tellers
to speak out,
to call in,
to say
spiritually, as any weform,
how mental are we, really… made real, realized
we are mental and only so… the flesh is weak,

literally lacking capacity to
hold the sacred ideal holy,
gaseous we telepathically,
experimentally, ideally make good,

itching ear dis-liesure, good,
pleasure
effortless use
of elemental whying,
easily dismist as too much trouble
exceptional willingness
to drift away,

- Bible College Honorary, PhD.
- Wisdom is thus shown known
- Wisdom is the dread of Hell.

Surety, stranger, that's a yoke.
Why in this reality would good gods
be angry when we leave of unbelief

tov ra, towb ra' beauty hard, not evil.

So no hell, okeh,

but Madoff and his ilk,

those yokers gotstapay, justice… so

Gehenna, then, let's say

As long as eleven months, minus a day.

Aitia, she is risen, unpolished, she is blue.
On the breastplate of right use, her use
excuses total ignorance of religion.

I have time to burn, I live to learn,
I got in on a curse that worked,
if you can learn to survive,
fifty years living to prove

this experience, this weform theywe
speaking with all the authority,
of sixth graders exhorting peers,

aspire to inspire, never ever conspire.
Fret not, there is no hell, my grandpa said.

For all, worst ever is a Joseph Smith
telestial kingdom's even worse
outer utter darkness, at thought speed…

- we'ld all agree, mitzvah that,
- sorry we became depraved,
- but, we had no solid proof.
- Writ wrote, now we got it

Provide
an excuse
for each role, each occupational
situation
on an internetted plain existance
ever after today
either real or memorized
as when one speaks of dreams
being ****, chthonic roots,
with holy aspirations

what manner
of being are we,
as mere ideas
in each other's minds,
no quest-ion asking your reaction,

as mere words you all knew once,
who are we in the grand game,
aggrandize the chosen few,
compete for profit, say
when the tried spirit fails,

as ministry training in uses of gifts…
Chari, chari bayaybee…

is it chari-ty or chari-sma that poisons the well?

"arts and devices
        of ambitious priests
            for attaining and holding
                temporal power
                     and social control" (1680s).

Avra cadavera

Stumbling stones, priest craft, perpendicular  

Perfected uprightness vertical verity, try me.

Crosswise beam
to post,
to pillar,
to covering shelter peace

Being in mind,
on mind concentrating, as a we
breathe concerning criteria for the worst

formed
from information
on this - screen awe some magic

tremendum fancium -- guessed eh but Ai got it:
Tremendum fancium

It appears there might be a slight typo
in your query.
You likely meant
to ask about "tremendum fascinans,"
which is part
of Rudolf Otto's concept
of the numinous experience.

whitespace experience to here

- Hendrix, not Rogan, yet- mental

religit religamental mindset ties minds let
be in any ready reader with electric jamming

part of life in the present peace of mind,
used to make today, stay
thinkably just right…

According
to Otto, the numinous experience
has two distinct poles
of feeling-content:
- this is ai, but I read it so I sorta know it
- I thought this was part of that, long form
mysterium tremendum and mysterium fascinans.

Mysterium tremendum
refers
to a sense
of something mysterious,
overwhelming, and daunting,
which elicits feelings
of humility and submission.

On the other hand,
mysterium fascinans
describes a sense
of fascination, attraction,
and comfort, inviting one
into a state
of spiritual joy or bliss

Both poles are not synthesized
in our consciousness
but are synthesized
in the "wholly other" numen present
to us,
which is the foundation
of religion
throughout history and the world

--- so, in my future we interact
with all known prepositions
knowns, so far as our will
to know works here
we ask
to know and judge here
after literally reading answers, as to
who is handling truth discernment now

wonder iffing and what iffing
with all known
how did the business
of religion occur sui generis
peculiarly common
idioumai
peculiar sapien symbionts, formed and informed,

led
by trained trainers
of vines
of thinking, forming

mind winding tendrils
of vines we think through,

impulse
to Impulse idea virality we thunk, into

sinking
to new depths
of depraved will to umph,

eh, try, umph, Trump, bent
by patho-logical will
to be triumphantly fantastic and unbelievable…

all at once,
as that which
harnesses money itself, will

of the presiding executive discerner, aim
to SKD… accusing all that ever was called
anuminously, but funny in a way
ste-alk-ill-des-troy all
opposition sets
off some say
by God, a good honest business deal,

"The borrower serves the lender, deal
  broker gets the credit, in history,

    wait, who uses whose money,

      musterion and on and on

          The Great Game,
     for few it gets old, others
   bet once, all in on Wisdom Ra'
as fortune's developers gamble

the surfeit
of holy authorized royal land grants,
and monopolies
on commercial exploits using
old time mysterium tremendum
to hide the fact that no resupply is coming.

As the masses become NPCs
with MEMORIES,

Oi! Way, the very pain we fear, that one, comes.
test
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Mother's Day, Mother's Day, Mother's Day,
Mother's Day, Mother's Day can be a vehicle
for extinguishing fires that can change
the color of the fire on the surface.
A temperature is the temperature of the heat loss.
The plant is totally committed, for example,
to the future of Russia
and the money has reached the river.
The beauty of beauty.                       What is the woman you are looking for?
Rania in ******* land and Santa Barbara.
                                                                ­                The honeycomb of Saturn and the transmission and diffusion
   of a woman in modern America?
In modern history they are expanding,
                                                                ­       the wave of Wolverine Piercing; Peace Italian songs proxy in English;
A German glass wall that opens dream dreams.         Including, for example, English, Spanish,
European cities, Camel Head, Prime
Minister Pastor High School Spain, writing very well about rock, blues,
& fat, write to life, you Sweet museum, good art,
                                    ****** up, weak on vitamins: vitamins, & poetry
and ****** form an unknown life
to what extent the price of transport,                       I see that I have seen
that the museum can be a dream come true
unless there is an application in the brain and song,
                        which means that it will remain free of written discourse,
but will remain on the screen of the city of AI,
the nine ******* has remained among the plastic people.
                          |From the archive, a new line from the sea,
Belki, a great company, Jack of Aden,                               Blessed Agnes,
the Saturn group of Saturn / day / hour / day of Saturn, his life          key
Ink Al will remain south of The climb;
The teeth and fruits for the life of Africa
can be extended for another fifteen years.     Mother's Day, Mother's Day, Mother's Day, Mother's Day, Mother's Day can be a vehicle for extinguishing fires
that change the color of fire on the surface.
A temperature is the temperature of the heat loss.
The plant is totally committed, for example,
more money has reached the future of Russia.              The Beauty of Beauty
What do you see about women
and Santa Barbara Saturno in this region
about the transmission spread of a woman in modern America?
Google and children have improved in modern history,
the Italian song of Wolverine
Piercing Peace Interjection Games in English.
A German glass wall that opens dreams.
Including, for example, English, Spanish,
the European cities, the camera, the Spanish prime minister,
writing very well about rock, blues, fat ... in his life,
it appears in their lives. . . Sweet, good arts,
weak, rich human and museum of vitamins:
vitamins, poetry, prostitutes and lifestyle
are unknown for the degree of transport.
I see that I can see a museum like a dream come true.
As he has not been asked to apply his ******* mind to his song,
it is clear in the written word,
but those who remain on the screen of the city of Ai
and Juden among the plastic people there. Collection,
a new movie will be placed on the beach,
Becky, a great company, Jack de Aden, Beata Inés,
a group of parks of souls / Saturn / day / day and inik K".
Pinky could extend another fifteen years
to rub the growth of his teeth with ******* membranes
and South Africa.Mother's Day, Mother's Day,                                                             ­   Mother's Day,
Mother's Day, Mother's Day
must be a fire truck that can change color to a surface fire.
The temperature is the temperature in the heat damage.
The plant is in perfection with, for example,
in the future sending the money to Russia that grew up in the river.
The beauty of beauty.                 What are you looking for,  a Rania woman
against the territory and the Santa Barbara and Assyrians and for transmission and dissemination
of a woman in modern America,                               uu Google and children,
in the modern history stretches,                        waves of Wolverine Piercing,
Peace Italian songs games English mediation,
German glass wall opening dream dreams.          Among them, for example, English, Spanish, European, city, camel capital,    Prime Minister Shepherd Spain High School, writing, for the big rock, blues, fat,
"listen to the Museum in life ... sweet, sweet,
weak and endowed with healthy vitamins:
vitamins, poetry and a diet to see a dream come true;
translation police at the Museum is unknown
if the request can see the brain,
and the song that listens to make clear
in writing a text file on the plastic screen
of nine people in Ai, a new bar;
Agnes park alk'mer sea M'keba
                            saved Jack B. |||||||||||||||||||
large group of beach Aden group / day /  \
hour / day Saturday and do not increase |
teeth and gums for life ke'inik'i, ||||||||||||||\|
otherwise it can only be achieved in South Africa;
    & the fifteen films can be extended to one year...|||||||
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