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Sadism Against your dogma Felt like a solace Being said that, It's a constitution Humans vail Agreed to their stupid conception Made by Their greatest grandfather Shriveled, i say The gyves Yet they still asking, Where is my rights? And you just sat there, Befriends with silence Behind the coffin ************
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Constitutional **********
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Excerpt from Essay II of Self-Reliance
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
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My Best Friends name gets used, All the time My Best Friend makes me feel powerful But also can cut me down in seconds My Best Friend is a dark soul But befriends everyone My best friend kills people All the time But nobody can stop My Best Friend I can never leave My Best Friend My Best Friend weighs me down I say I hate My Best Friend But My Best Friend Is Hate.
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
My best friend
I rather have the world hate me Because I am fat Those horrid few extra pounds That are not in my head I rather want them to see me as a monster With the body of an elephant With the claws of a lobster And with the head of a pelican Than a person with Autism I rather have the world hate me Because I am a witch A disgusting heathen Who befriends spirits I rather want them to see me as a heretic Who dyes their hair with unholy colors Who's style is alternative Who's had multiple lovers Than a person with Autism I wish I was normal Because I'd rather be all that above Than an autistic individual That no one loves
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
I wish I was normal
There's only one of you Irreplaceable, Unmatchable. There's only of you That appreciates the good That I'm proud of, too. One who knows When I need mint chocolates, Or eye droplets. There's only one That makes me mixtapes and playlists, Constantly checking my wrists. There's only you Who befriends the demons that I fight, To ease them, give me a peaceful night. Only one of you One who knows I hate emotions, For their power ends in destruction. There's you and only you Finishing my sentences, Fixing my mess. One of you Who saves me from all my pain, And knows how much I love the rain. There's only you Who comfortably rubs my belly, And kisses my shoulders gently. There's only one of you Who can send me straight to heaven, Dragging me out of hell. There's only one of you And I can't stand losing that too. -djs
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Sweets & Scars
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken As I by yours, y’have passed a hell of time, And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. O, that our night of woe might have remembered My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
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Sonnet 120: That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now
. Ancient passageways :: ( We who would live ) •  • WAR ! •  • We hide /////// the playground Prison games Games of gangs and **** ;;||;; Getting educated Getting prepared )( Mutilating all true sensibilities >< goddess song We pretend we just cannot hear ! )( All the old folks Crippled and weak All the children ***** and obese )( Nature Is dead )( We play video games And talk about Muslims ! ;:; No one lives No one befriends We wait and hopefully We  will soon die /// Safely erased Hoping no one remembers us at a all .
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
.../"""\...
"Good morning," says the gloomy day, As colored thoughts come into play. To loiter in the tricky mind, Wet caves of light one surely finds. One expends the nights only to Restore good feelings which seem true. In search of light, one tries to bore Himself to drill through inner core. The heart longs for tranquility The head befriends disparity, The eyes grow big like that of owl's The words expelled so very foul. While truth presents with benefit, The wick of doubt is quickly lit. However strong one fixed the bind, The power lies with colored mind.
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
"Colored Mind"
Home is where the sand meets the water meets the waves meets the crashing Home is where I tuck toes into sun-caressed ground that sinks into memory Home is where the weather is salted and the air blue and hands always warmth Home is where the ocean bellows a welcome with open arms, cold, tempting Home is where an excited skipping inhabits the eager legs of a dog too human Home is the crow's calling for tomorrow Home is where the voices whisper soft in alleyways outside windows at 3 a.m. Home is holding a glass of Santa Margarita in front of a graceful fireplace Home is a ripe avocado waiting to be pitted Home is my bed full of past unwanted and future anticipated Home is the bittersweet taste in the mouth Home is a single cigarette burning to mourn loss unknown Home is where the glow of a quiet street befriends city lights Home is his laugh echoing through the silence of the night Home is my smile growing with the wind's howl Home is where this body misses another Home is where I touch you and remember why I'm here Home is I'm coming back, Home is I'm counting down the days until I am
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Home Is
I have been one acquainted with the night, But darkness gives me peace not often found On summer days.  I look alone to them, But winter winds, the moon, and shining stars Provide companionship to men like me. I dance around the dark and think they must Consider me to be a lunatic; The moon always befriends a crazy man. But loneliness reminds me of close friends, And cold revives the thoughts of pleasant fires, And darkness hides the stories of low liars. I might not like the night itself as much As I adore the memories it brings, But I still find a beauty in night skies Because it blocks my poor, imperfect eyes And gives, in darkness, a new light to things.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Warmth of Winter Nights
I wanna escape And give up on society I wanna escape From reality I wanna escape And runaway from everything I wanna escape So everything will end as a past I wanna escape I wanna leave Those heartbreaks, those fake friends and those pains I can't live like this anymore I would rather live in a treehouse And befriends with those animals, plants and nature I wouldn't be afraid If beasts will attack me Because the real beasts Are the society and those judgemental teenage girls But then i realise The pain is not only in the society That i can easily leave it But the real pain is inside me Inside my heart And there is no escape From the storm inside of me {S.K}
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Escape.
the hunger i feel the emptiness inside me befriends my broken heart
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
numb
Guys always say “Oh girls are so complicated.” or “why do girls always have to be so confusing?” Well gentlemen you are no different You are just as confusing to us as we are to you. Why must you fight with your fist instead of your words Why is it that after a fight you can act like everything is normal? Do you understand what fighting is? Do you know that it isn’t just some way to get your frustration out? Can’t you be more civilized and put those caveman ways behind? Do you realize when a girl likes you or do you only pay attention to the one that you like? Do you know what it means when a girl befriends you? Do you see what is right in front of your eyes? Hello Open up that brain we all know that you have inside! Pay attention to everyone and you just might see the light that is right there in front of you. Can you hear someone calling you? Or do you dismiss that voice because it’s not the one you want to hear Open your ears or you might miss the best thing that could ever happen to you.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Guys are Complicated Too
You can search far and wide for a beauty that matches hers. Only Gaia can hint at the beauty she possesses. Her eyes are a soft green, A gentle aquamarine like that of the sea; They captivate and tranquilize you. Only Helen's smile is a pale example of hers, Which leaves you with the desire to see it again; Nothing in nature surpasses her smile. The right words will reveal her laugh, Only the Nightingale's charming melodies can come close; It is a siren's call that you follow repeatedly to hear again. She radiates warmth when she holds you, Like a gentle touch of glow of Apollo on your cheek; A natural peace can be found when her arms are wrapped around you tight. Her dark hair is as soft as a cloud, Yet it runs through your fingers like wild silk; She is a dark-haired version of Aphrodite when her hair is left down. You can travel across the world in search of a beauty like hers, But nothing can match it. It is not restricted to the mortal body. You have to look inside her heart to discover its origin. She is kindness personified, Her scruples displayed in her actions; Maybe she is **** reborn into the modern world. She holds conversations with all, But she befriends only a select few; Her exclusive circle open only to those she cherish. I can wonder how blessed they are to be in her presence, I only wish to be in her arms; Yet she has carefully let me in with open arms, While protecting the parts she is not ready for me to glimpse. My patience and support she will eternally have, As a friend, companion, or more; Her happiness is my ever reaching ambition. Not even Gaia can compete against this dark-haired mortal goddess, Whose strength I forever admire. She will always remain a compelling presence in my life, No matter the Fates' intentions for our lives.
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Divine Mortal
You can search far and wide for a beauty that matches hers. Only Gaia can hint at the beauty she possesses. Her eyes are a soft green, A gentle aquamarine like that of the sea; They captivate and tranquilize you. Only Helen's smile is a pale example of hers, Which leaves you with the desire to see it again; Nothing in nature surpasses her smile. The right words will reveal her laugh, Only the Nightingale's charming melodies can come close; It is a siren's call that you follow repeatedly to hear again. She radiates warmth when she holds you, Like a gentle touch of glow of Apollo on your cheek; A natural peace can be found when her arms are wrapped around you tight. Her dark hair is as soft as a cloud, Yet it runs through your fingers like wild silk; She is a dark-haired version of Aphrodite when her hair is left down. You can travel across the world in search of a beauty like hers, But nothing can match it. It is not restricted to the mortal body. You have to look inside her heart to discover its origin. She is kindness personified, Her scruples displayed in her actions; Maybe she is **** reborn into the modern world. She holds conversations with all, But she befriends only a select few; Her exclusive circle open only to those she cherish. I can wonder how blessed they are to be in her presence, I only wish to be in her arms; Yet she has carefully let me in with open arms, While protecting the parts she is not ready for me to glimpse. My patience and support she will eternally have, As a friend, companion, or more; Her happiness is my ever reaching ambition. Not even Gaia can compete against this dark-haired mortal goddess, Whose strength I forever admire. She will always remain a compelling presence in my life, No matter the Fates' intentions for our lives.
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In calm waves of imaginings  I am mermaid, Always chasing you through the towering tides, Disappearing between each scalloped crest; Only my tail visible, sticking out at odd angles. I have lean, strong swimmer's muscles; I can swim for miles, Nearly keep up with submarines, ships, ferry’s, For a limited time. My hair tumbles down As though a nest, like ***** twisted seaweed Around my face’s shipwreck-glass eyes And sunscald lips. I follow keenly the scent; Something, someone who’s precious- human scent, Pungent, earthy, vivifyingly attractive, Counterpoint to the ocean’s ambergris. Meanwhile there’s only horizons of teal water all around me, And roving sky above; my sole company most days. I swim with just the barest hint Of whispered memories, Something so far and long ago; He who knew well the secret heart of me, Within my fishy innards And  in spite of my appearance. Sometimes a stray dolphin befriends me, And travels for a distance beside me; Speaking in strange, native high-pitched dolphin talk; And dolphins are interesting, but they are not men, And they can’t comprehend what is it I follow In the blind, long-aching of unknown distance, Or what I pine for nightly, in my roiling watery soul In the solitary caves, of this twilight world.
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Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
There Is Only One I Loved
I hate the way you trust me I hate the way you lie I hate the way you say stupid things I hate the way you didnt listen I hate the way you said I lied But all you do is lie inside I hate the way you said you loved me I hate the way you hugged me I hate mostly everything If it reminds me of you I hate that you were the first guy i cried over When you said "We're through." I hate the way you made me laugh I hate the way you treated me I hate the way that I hate you It's not just hate I feel It's hate with a passion But you never know, things could change We could still befriends If you weren't such an *** I hate the way I don't care for you anymore.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
Hate
You have a wife and four daughters and a colleague amongst your supporters mindset engineered: you answer a question with a question and indulge in light sensationalism My wife befriends many people - a natural star suddenly they're saying the same things that you are ideas are pinched, put to use, there's no excuse for queering my pitch - you stupid ***** No offence meant: I hold myself to account who am I to hold court, judgemental nonsense don't say anything, go sit yourself on the fence come back to me when you have pounds, shillings and pence Some commontators seem less than cool it's doubtful if they could explain the offside rule
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
INFLUENCE
one good thing will happen to counteract the bad, bringing me back down to earth, dissolving each dream that i’ve had. expect the worst, always hope for the best set yourself up for a long way down to fall until you can finally rest. i can’t have everything, everyone knows nobody can i feel like an ostrich hiding his heavy head in the sand. maybe disappointment and happiness are in fact, closely linked. maybe what i need is beyond what i want or feel or say or think.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
disappointment befriends happiness
(trioletish) she is lithe and serene as the staid air melts, frantic. as she befriends a sable fiend she is lithe and opaline. for completion, they convene and together study the bleak, pedantic. she is lithe and agleam as the staid air melts, prismatic.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
the rabbit, whole
I crawl unnoticed into your bed, having done so many times before. I know you. Familiar is always inviting. The warm sheets, welcoming pillows bound reflexively around you. I am that inch of the bed you never knew. Darkness and discomfort rapidly infect the free-spirited bliss that befriends you daily Toss left. Toss right. Your brain in my hands, a black slab of clay Open your eyes, all that seemed so clear, now clouded like a stone dropped into still shallow water. I decide to unchain you, for you may manage your physical existence, but I am the puppeteer of your alternate reality.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Who At Night
Cold nights Souls drifting Hearts beating   Dream chasing Echoes of wolves speaking My ears listen while my hearts skipping Fear befriends my lonely soul It holds me hostage As I sleep with these wolves I remember the touch of sheeps In pain I dive deep Giving sorrow my soul to keep Seeing that love is as sharp as these wolves teeth
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Sleeping With Wolves
Beware the boss who befriends you best above the rest The compliment isn't free It's you they'll savage, not he
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Team Leader
A small candle-lit flame Lights the way Along the dusty corridor, Meager warmth it provides As I shuffle quietly over Warped and weathered floorboards That sigh tiredly under my feet, Blank orbs skim over Hand painted portraits Looking only for one, I pause at a high arched window A servant left it ajar To catch the midsummer breeze, Moonlight spills softly Over rolling hillsides Fresh with midnight dew, Swallows slumber softly So the bats fly on in euphoric glee Unto the fruit trees, Wistfully I leave The picturesque scene For my own bland world, Moonlight leaks through the cracks Of this high and lofty house That only befriends spirits, A gust of air stumbles down the hall Only to tumble around blindly Yet steals my flame when it sulks away, I continue on without pause The way known by my limbs As well as my mind, Hollow and barren is my heart Since you left For the bittersweet life after death, I reach for your likeness But fingers touch Only cool, cracked paint, Her portrait is gone I hear someone screaming And realize it is I. ~~~ "Whose cries were those o' servant?" "Why those were my masters dear milkmaid." "Why does he scream so? Such agony, I've never heard the like." "His wife died nigh on ten years ago, and long since has her portrait been gone by his own request." "It cannot be so?" "'Tis. Ere' night he wanders the halls in search of her, but only to be foiled by his own hand." "Ah the poor soul." "Aye and in the the morn he remembers naught.."
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
Life Lost By Thine Own Hand
A small candle-lit flame Lights the way Along the dusty corridor, Meager warmth it provides As I shuffle quietly over Warped and weathered floorboards That sigh tiredly under my feet, Blank orbs skim over Hand painted portraits Looking only for one, I pause at a high arched window A servant left it ajar To catch the midsummer breeze, Moonlight spills softly Over rolling hillsides Fresh with midnight dew, Swallows slumber softly So the bats fly on in euphoric glee Unto the fruit trees, Wistfully I leave The picturesque scene For my own bland world, Moonlight leaks through the cracks Of this high and lofty house That only befriends spirits, A gust of air stumbles down the hall Only to tumble around blindly Yet steals my flame when it sulks away, I continue on without pause The way known by my limbs As well as my mind, Hollow and barren is my heart Since you left For the bittersweet life after death, I reach for your likeness But fingers touch Only cool, cracked paint, Her portrait is gone I hear someone screaming And realize it is I. ~~~ "Whose cries were those o' servant?" "Why those were my masters dear milkmaid." "Why does he scream so? Such agony, I've never heard the like." "His wife died nigh on ten years ago, and long since has her portrait been gone by his own request." "It cannot be so?" "'Tis. Ere' night he wanders the halls in search of her, but only to be foiled by his own hand." "Ah the poor soul." "Aye and in the the morn he remembers naught.."
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