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There are five widely known senses. Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste. We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more. However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.    If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.    These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.    So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.    If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.    Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.    During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts). Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.    Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).    The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.    If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?    When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Thoughts#22 ; Senses
There are five widely known senses. Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste. We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more. However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.    If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.    These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.    So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.    If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.    Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.    During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts). Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.    Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).    The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.    If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?    When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
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The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we are here and know that people who don't understand your silence will never understand your words and the only time you should look back is to see how far you have come. Sometimes it is okay if the only thing you did today was breathe and sometimes you want to just disappear but in reality you just want to be found because the worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you're okay. Often in life we forget the things we should remember and remember the things we should forget and sometimes we have problems in our lives because of two reasons; we act without thinking or we keep thinking without acting and the beauty of life does not depend on how happy we are, but how happy others can be because of you. You can....end of story, so remember to keep the ones who heard you when you never said a word and what is meant to be will always find a way so be patient, the best things happen unexpectedly.                                                                                                   Jon York       2016
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Keep the Ones who Heard you When You Never said a Word
I met a friend today His name was Death He smiled big with pure white teeth And minty fresh breath I asked him what he did for a living Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes He did the opposite of giving What did that mean? But the closer I got to Death The better I understood his scheme In his sharp black suit he won me over I felt an irresistible draw Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover He convinced me of the beauty in the night That when the moon was hidden from view There was nothing better than the lack of light He led me from my lust for life Sang to me in my sleep Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife I tried to pull away from my newly found friend But his choke hold was so tight On him I started to depend The world could see me deteriorate into nothing He held me harder and closer With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb The emotions drifted with my vitality I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum The more time you spend with a person The more you become like them I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog I cared so deeply for him My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog I came to terms with my life long trap Death circled like a satellite around my position No matter where I went he found my place on the map Eventually I succame to this fate Despite his control Death, I could not hate I loved him too dearly to notice the signs I couldn't think clearly His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
Death
I met a friend today His name was Death He smiled big with pure white teeth And minty fresh breath I asked him what he did for a living Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes He did the opposite of giving What did that mean? But the closer I got to Death The better I understood his scheme In his sharp black suit he won me over I felt an irresistible draw Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover He convinced me of the beauty in the night That when the moon was hidden from view There was nothing better than the lack of light He led me from my lust for life Sang to me in my sleep Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife I tried to pull away from my newly found friend But his choke hold was so tight On him I started to depend The world could see me deteriorate into nothing He held me harder and closer With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb The emotions drifted with my vitality I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum The more time you spend with a person The more you become like them I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog I cared so deeply for him My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog I came to terms with my life long trap Death circled like a satellite around my position No matter where I went he found my place on the map Eventually I succame to this fate Despite his control Death, I could not hate I loved him too dearly to notice the signs I couldn't think clearly His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
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Don’t fall in love with me. There are days when I get sad without a reason and I just stare at the ceiling with tears streaming down my face. Don’t fall in love with me. On those days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just bury myself in my bed and think about how I became this mess of sadness. Don’t fall in love with me. I will become attached to you and I will cry myself to sleep if you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep and I will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m too much. I will depend on you. I need attention, much more than other people. I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one. I’ll write poems about you and opening up my skin at 2 A.M. Don’t fall in love with me. I couldn’t stand you coming home to find me on the bathroom floor shaking and crying, with blood spilling from my wrists. I couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Don’t fall in love with me. I will pour everything I’ve left of me into you, every bit of love, until I have nothing to give. Until I become completely empty. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m scared that my sadness is contagious. Don’t fall in love with me. I will replay your sweet words in my head when I hate myself so much that I want to die. Your words will be the only thing that make me stay. Don’t fall in love with me. You will live in fear. You won’t be able to leave me, because you’d know if you did, I wouldn’t have anything to live for. Don’t fall in love with me. Before I met you, there wasn’t a single person who could’ve made me stay. You’re my reason now. Don’t fall in love with me. Because I will fall in love with you.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Don't fall in love with me
Don’t fall in love with me. There are days when I get sad without a reason and I just stare at the ceiling with tears streaming down my face. Don’t fall in love with me. On those days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just bury myself in my bed and think about how I became this mess of sadness. Don’t fall in love with me. I will become attached to you and I will cry myself to sleep if you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep and I will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m too much. I will depend on you. I need attention, much more than other people. I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one. I’ll write poems about you and opening up my skin at 2 A.M. Don’t fall in love with me. I couldn’t stand you coming home to find me on the bathroom floor shaking and crying, with blood spilling from my wrists. I couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Don’t fall in love with me. I will pour everything I’ve left of me into you, every bit of love, until I have nothing to give. Until I become completely empty. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m scared that my sadness is contagious. Don’t fall in love with me. I will replay your sweet words in my head when I hate myself so much that I want to die. Your words will be the only thing that make me stay. Don’t fall in love with me. You will live in fear. You won’t be able to leave me, because you’d know if you did, I wouldn’t have anything to live for. Don’t fall in love with me. Before I met you, there wasn’t a single person who could’ve made me stay. You’re my reason now. Don’t fall in love with me. Because I will fall in love with you.
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"Come to me," he said one night, and I will make your world alright; "I will fill your heart with love, my precious, little, snow white Dove." ~ I will calm your weary soul, never will you feel alone; Protect you from all types of harm, wrap you in my arms of warmth. ~ Cuddle you when you're afraid, give you what you've always craved; Dry the many tears you've cried, give you comfort, give you pride. ~ I will do all this for you, because my dear, I love you true; And if you should e'er need a friend, on me you can always depend.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
~A TRUE FRIEND~
I have only you and nobody else, But now I need you more and more. You’re my shining light, You’re the only one who gets me right. You’ve always been my shoulder to cry on, The one I can depend on. You felt me when I was sad, You felt me when I was happy. You were always with me But now even if you’re here, I feel you’re so far. I need you my dear, I need you here. Not just smiling for me pretending to be close. I know I’ve hurt you much, But dear, I’m really sorry for that, I love you and I can’t bear losing you You’re all I have, My precious treasure. We’ve been through lots, We smiled, laughed, cried together. Losing you is like losing myself, I want you to be my forever friend. Cause dear you’re my second half. So please, I beg you to come back, Back to me as you were before, Or even much more. I have only you, And I can’t bear losing you. http://www.writemania.net/i-cant-bear-losing-you-2/
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Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
I can’t bear losing you
I like to think that I'm a mixture of a sunflower, a lioness, and a tortoise. why? simply because a sunflower is exuberant, vibrant in color, flows softly and carelessly with the wind, plain and simple, Intriguing to say the lease. why a lioness? because she is Queen of the Sahara desert. she is loyal, she is independent and does not fully need to depend on a male, though when given the right one, she'll go through many lengths to accommodate him. she is also full in color,  plastered with battle scars to prove that she is of worth and can handle the meat thrown at her with nothing but scavengers surrounding her, tempting her. why a tortoise? because they are slow and steady, live on land with feet as claws, being able to dig into troubles and come out more wise than before. Also they can retrieve back into their cave for as long and as endless as they want, solitude is acceptable and perfered. one is noticeable yet, easily breakable and disposable. one is lazy, yet keen one is small, yet can take on the world for three hundred and thirty years. I'll be forever, and memorable, and radiant.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
SLR
Yeah I totally love being single! You can do what you want whenever you want without obligations or having to think about anyone else you can flirt shamelessly with as many guys as you like, there is no pressure to look good for anyone I love that I have all this me time where I can spend a Saturday night reading and listening to the music I like without trying to decode mixed signals in text messages I never have to depend on anyone but myself. No one is stressing me out by depending on me. I can sit by myself on the couch home alone when everyone else is out And feel completely isolated, unloved and unlovable I can feel so ugly and obsess over it I can scroll through pictures of pretty celebrities and models and girls I know online bitterly wishing I looked like them and could be like them so that maybe someone would notice me and give me a chance I can scream at the radio for playing stupid love songs I can eat ice cream and chocolate wondering why I am such a waste of space Thinking of all the guys who have rejected me and dropped me over the years Have no one to love Or who loves me No guy I can trust with my secrets and loyalty No one who needs me No one to want Or make me feel wanted To spend nights together Just talking And watching movies Being cutesy and flirty with Lie hand in hand with No one I can gush about to my friends No one I can bake for No one I can buy stuff for, just 'cause No one I can do random couples stuff with No one in my life It's pretty great. I love being single.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I LOVE BEING SINGLE
Yeah I totally love being single! You can do what you want whenever you want without obligations or having to think about anyone else you can flirt shamelessly with as many guys as you like, there is no pressure to look good for anyone I love that I have all this me time where I can spend a Saturday night reading and listening to the music I like without trying to decode mixed signals in text messages I never have to depend on anyone but myself. No one is stressing me out by depending on me. I can sit by myself on the couch home alone when everyone else is out And feel completely isolated, unloved and unlovable I can feel so ugly and obsess over it I can scroll through pictures of pretty celebrities and models and girls I know online bitterly wishing I looked like them and could be like them so that maybe someone would notice me and give me a chance I can scream at the radio for playing stupid love songs I can eat ice cream and chocolate wondering why I am such a waste of space Thinking of all the guys who have rejected me and dropped me over the years Have no one to love Or who loves me No guy I can trust with my secrets and loyalty No one who needs me No one to want Or make me feel wanted To spend nights together Just talking And watching movies Being cutesy and flirty with Lie hand in hand with No one I can gush about to my friends No one I can bake for No one I can buy stuff for, just 'cause No one I can do random couples stuff with No one in my life It's pretty great. I love being single.
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No food No sleep I can't let these things reach out and speak sweet lies I can't let food call my name I can't let sleep drown my thoughts I shouldn't eat I can't sleep This is me I am broken girl Who can't eat In fear I weigh too much I am a broken girl who can't sleep For my thoughts and memories Haunt me too much I am a broken girl who answers 'how are you?' With 'I'm alright' even when I'm not even close Because I don't want you to worry I don't want you to fret Over a broken soul I am a broken girl who says 'I have been busy' when someone asks me why I haven't done something I have been busy just not in the way they think I have been busy trying not to give into hunger I have been busy fixating on how I'm broken I have been busy But not in the way they think I am a broken girl who has let her demons creep up on her too much I am a broken girl who has surrendered her soul I am a broken girl who dates so she feels worth something because I don't when I'm alone I date because I need to depend on someone Because I am not dependable for anyone Let alone myself I date so I can hear someone say I love you So I can hear someone call me beautiful Cute Amazing And so many other things Even if I don't believe it I am a broken girl who has lost so many relationships Five to death And so many others just because they left I was no longer good enough No longer happy enough No longer PRETENDING I am a broken girl who pretends And when I stop people leave Because I am too broken I am too clingy I am too demanding I'm just not enough Or I'm too much THIS IS ME But no one sees Until I let them And when I do they worry But please don't worry Because you didn't when you didn't know So why worry now? I'm still the same me You just couldn't see all the flaws that my eyes do You don't see the way I do I see a girl who's eyes are too big I see a girl who isn't thin enough I see a girl who's hair doesn't suit her no matter what I see a girl with too many scars I see a girl But I don't For all I can see now is a walking flaw And no one knows that THIS IS ME
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Me
No food No sleep I can't let these things reach out and speak sweet lies I can't let food call my name I can't let sleep drown my thoughts I shouldn't eat I can't sleep This is me I am broken girl Who can't eat In fear I weigh too much I am a broken girl who can't sleep For my thoughts and memories Haunt me too much I am a broken girl who answers 'how are you?' With 'I'm alright' even when I'm not even close Because I don't want you to worry I don't want you to fret Over a broken soul I am a broken girl who says 'I have been busy' when someone asks me why I haven't done something I have been busy just not in the way they think I have been busy trying not to give into hunger I have been busy fixating on how I'm broken I have been busy But not in the way they think I am a broken girl who has let her demons creep up on her too much I am a broken girl who has surrendered her soul I am a broken girl who dates so she feels worth something because I don't when I'm alone I date because I need to depend on someone Because I am not dependable for anyone Let alone myself I date so I can hear someone say I love you So I can hear someone call me beautiful Cute Amazing And so many other things Even if I don't believe it I am a broken girl who has lost so many relationships Five to death And so many others just because they left I was no longer good enough No longer happy enough No longer PRETENDING I am a broken girl who pretends And when I stop people leave Because I am too broken I am too clingy I am too demanding I'm just not enough Or I'm too much THIS IS ME But no one sees Until I let them And when I do they worry But please don't worry Because you didn't when you didn't know So why worry now? I'm still the same me You just couldn't see all the flaws that my eyes do You don't see the way I do I see a girl who's eyes are too big I see a girl who isn't thin enough I see a girl who's hair doesn't suit her no matter what I see a girl with too many scars I see a girl But I don't For all I can see now is a walking flaw And no one knows that THIS IS ME
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I walked past old, dead, trees And into an old, abandoned park I glanced at the huge, old tree At the decayed bark I returned my eyes to the playground Then checked my watch Five minutes till midnight Then they will begin their march I sat on an old, broken swing Staring into the dark Then there was that familiar ring That rung throughout the park I hid under the slide So I couldn't be taken Then they left Leaving me to play Momma would worry about my land of play But I ignored that Crawled out into the night I sat on my swing Looking in the dark My midnight playground Isn't as magical as it seems A horrifying destination That clouds my dreams But I am cursed to forever find myself here At the twelve hour Terrifyingly dangerous I forever walk alone To my midnight playground Since the age of three Now I am thirteen The monsters roam freely I only depend on me I can not leave this cursed place Until the next night But remains night as the moon holds still I was forced to remove people by **** But that was ten years ago I do it on my own This place disappears when I escape It holds the remains of the bodies Just to haunt my soul I get called by its whispers Telling me to follow Then I find myself approaching It's gate of the marrow
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
My Midnight Playground
"Everyone wants happiness. No one wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain." Spread your wings and let's fly, Can't reach those dreams it is so high, What to do know?, Let's smile and end this pain together. We are each one's cause of euphoria, Smile like there's no tomorrow, Why are you full of sorrow?, Why sudden change of emotions?, Are you not happy?. Look at the sky, Don't be shy, I know you've been waiting for it, Don't always look on the ground, You're not too low to look on it, Feel free to look high, And exprience the feeling of being on the top. Imagine the things that you want that others can't imagine to you, Your life doesn't depend on them, It depends on you, You are the only one who can decide, Your life doesn't belong to them. If it rains, Accept it, Don't blame the weather, Don't blame yourself, It's not your fault, You just don't know on how to love yourself. All of this are connected, Don't ask and you'll be headed, It is not time for your assumptions, Why predict someone else's life if you can't even predict your own life. Shut up and enjoy your life, Have fun tonight, Coz the next day what if there would be no more light to be seen, Sun that brighten up your day, Darkness that guided your life, Who are you? Sentences that are out of context, What will happen next, Shadows that are getting even more darker. Coz there's a light, A beaming spotlight. Be the person you want to be, Shout and tell them let me be, Freed yourself from sadness, Let go of your blindness, And then there's happiness. Don't pretend that you're okay, Coz you'll end up hating yourself over and over again, Life is about up's and down, Deal with it and tell the future that you're going to be fine and pass all of this failure you've done this present. Sunshine comes to all who feel rain, Rainbow can't show up if there's no little rain, Learn to stand up, and you'll be okay. Don't be pushed by your problems; be led by your dreams.
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
Euphoria
"Everyone wants happiness. No one wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain." Spread your wings and let's fly, Can't reach those dreams it is so high, What to do know?, Let's smile and end this pain together. We are each one's cause of euphoria, Smile like there's no tomorrow, Why are you full of sorrow?, Why sudden change of emotions?, Are you not happy?. Look at the sky, Don't be shy, I know you've been waiting for it, Don't always look on the ground, You're not too low to look on it, Feel free to look high, And exprience the feeling of being on the top. Imagine the things that you want that others can't imagine to you, Your life doesn't depend on them, It depends on you, You are the only one who can decide, Your life doesn't belong to them. If it rains, Accept it, Don't blame the weather, Don't blame yourself, It's not your fault, You just don't know on how to love yourself. All of this are connected, Don't ask and you'll be headed, It is not time for your assumptions, Why predict someone else's life if you can't even predict your own life. Shut up and enjoy your life, Have fun tonight, Coz the next day what if there would be no more light to be seen, Sun that brighten up your day, Darkness that guided your life, Who are you? Sentences that are out of context, What will happen next, Shadows that are getting even more darker. Coz there's a light, A beaming spotlight. Be the person you want to be, Shout and tell them let me be, Freed yourself from sadness, Let go of your blindness, And then there's happiness. Don't pretend that you're okay, Coz you'll end up hating yourself over and over again, Life is about up's and down, Deal with it and tell the future that you're going to be fine and pass all of this failure you've done this present. Sunshine comes to all who feel rain, Rainbow can't show up if there's no little rain, Learn to stand up, and you'll be okay. Don't be pushed by your problems; be led by your dreams.
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There's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on There's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
Dear Mama - 2Pac
Life caught a baby eagle: Injured, alone and named Hope. Fell from a tree; would have Ended Hope's days probably. To bring him home wouldn't be Entering Hope into the Chaotic world of men, Home of addiction to New coined technology On making men's work easy? Life didn't has a choice though; On Hope's left wing was a **** as big as her index Yet to be healed by Psyche next. In the home, with Life's mother Night and into the day, Neighbors in and pushed out, Over the wing they both worked. Vigorous task it might be, A life of a bird depend, Together they had made Impossible into Optimistic victory: New metallic wing awaits the world.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Life, Technology, Innovation
Trees (haiku #1) Tree wood with fire Nature equips survival    Light, heat, and cooking ------------------------- Trees (haiku #2) Leafy beings, green Wood umbrellas, ancient roots Growing, reaching sky ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #3) Pluck the tender fruit Motherly branches feed all Body and soul, blessed --------------------------------- Trees (haiku #4) Shelter for our homes Furniture within our walls Uses-myriads -------------------------------- Trees (haiku #5) Pencils, books, paper Education thanks to trees Writing, poetry ------------------------------- Trees (haiku #6) Trees crafted, songs sung Guitars, violins, harps-more Wood, melodious --------------------------------- Trees ( haiku #7) Birds, critters depend Harmonious relations Trees magical grace ------------------------------ Trees (haiku #8) Bountiful beauty Standing upright or chopped down More precious than gold
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
Trees (8, haiku)
Champion are champion Have the mentality of champions Always wanting to be champion People depend on them to be champion But can they always be champion?
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
CHAMPION!
It's been long said in ancient Sanskrit texts, "Yatha twam karasi, Tatha twam bhogasi." This roughly translates as 'As you sow, so you reap.' This is true to the core but it's neither unconditional nor is it surely possible for you or me to be happy tomorrow even if we do good today. You might also have observed that sometimes you don't get exactly what you desired and yearned for when putting all your efforts. I will explain in the text that follows. I am not Superman or a Godman blessed with super powers. I just believe in humanitarian virtues of course for all my life. And I don't despise the idea of theism. As some other people among the readers and their respective circles even I tame the same ideology about God having created the universe and then let us take charge. I don't get involved in worshipping the creator, but I do thank that creator for having created us all. But how do I keep myself away from the various types of evils? The answer lies within. What I identify as evil or deleterious to anyone or anything else, I don't do that and I totally despise all of it. Doing so I am aware that what I have been taking to and what I should get into. Whether it's my career or my love life, it almost totally depends on me and my Karma. The remaining few bits also depend on time and third parties who can affect my life greatly or maybe a little. I don't know about what they quote other "Spiritual" people about and I feel that each of us can have our own views about time. I don't feel the urge to read about spiritual issues written by some well-publicised so called "Spiritual Gurus or Dharmatmas" who talk about out of the body experience. The next time you think about some problem posed to you, your relative or a close friend, do try the following: Just get out of your own mindset, think about the issue from a neutral point of view with your sixth sense (common sense) in right place. You're bound to find out the best way for solving it; let it be life or let it be any matter related to it.
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
"As You Sow, So You Reap" Theory Revisited
It's been long said in ancient Sanskrit texts, "Yatha twam karasi, Tatha twam bhogasi." This roughly translates as 'As you sow, so you reap.' This is true to the core but it's neither unconditional nor is it surely possible for you or me to be happy tomorrow even if we do good today. You might also have observed that sometimes you don't get exactly what you desired and yearned for when putting all your efforts. I will explain in the text that follows. I am not Superman or a Godman blessed with super powers. I just believe in humanitarian virtues of course for all my life. And I don't despise the idea of theism. As some other people among the readers and their respective circles even I tame the same ideology about God having created the universe and then let us take charge. I don't get involved in worshipping the creator, but I do thank that creator for having created us all. But how do I keep myself away from the various types of evils? The answer lies within. What I identify as evil or deleterious to anyone or anything else, I don't do that and I totally despise all of it. Doing so I am aware that what I have been taking to and what I should get into. Whether it's my career or my love life, it almost totally depends on me and my Karma. The remaining few bits also depend on time and third parties who can affect my life greatly or maybe a little. I don't know about what they quote other "Spiritual" people about and I feel that each of us can have our own views about time. I don't feel the urge to read about spiritual issues written by some well-publicised so called "Spiritual Gurus or Dharmatmas" who talk about out of the body experience. The next time you think about some problem posed to you, your relative or a close friend, do try the following: Just get out of your own mindset, think about the issue from a neutral point of view with your sixth sense (common sense) in right place. You're bound to find out the best way for solving it; let it be life or let it be any matter related to it.
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An Open Letter to my Best Friend You, dear are the strongest person I know, And trust me when I say, I know a lot of people. You stand, rooted as deep as an oak tree in my heart Your eyes find their way into my dreams, burning with passion and fired belief. Your sorrow matches the winds of the sea Constantly badgering you With the threat of drowning, I'm so scared you'll take yourself from me. Your voice is something, I can only be thankful for Coming to me in times of need It has all the power to make my heart soar, suturing the bleed. Your dreams, You've been told, Are far fetched at best And unachievable at most. What people don't understand Is unicorns are shy creatures Who just don't have the heart To prove they exist. Even though they run free, Jump high And take great pride (Their horns are always meticulously shined.) I think back on the times You taught me to be strong Without even knowing You were consistently adding words To my life's song. The melody just a little sweeter While it plays in my head Added like you do with sugar to your coffee before bed. Sparingly, But needed. Oh so very needed. You, my darling, have your roots dug deep Your dreams being dreamed Your life, I do believe Is worth so much more than an amount that any bank could offer, Is worth more than the english language can explore, And all I need you need to remember, The alphabet is composed of 26 letters, Voldemort wasn't always in power, take each insult And pull a Tom Marvolo Riddle out of the sorting hat. Believe that the positive outweighs the negative, And yes that means your scale is wrong. Tumblr's idea of pretty girls, Doesn't take place in my song. So this is an open letter, To my very best friend. Darling, please know You can always depend and lean and cry on and hate and call and love and trust me.
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
An Open Letter to My Best Friend
An Open Letter to my Best Friend You, dear are the strongest person I know, And trust me when I say, I know a lot of people. You stand, rooted as deep as an oak tree in my heart Your eyes find their way into my dreams, burning with passion and fired belief. Your sorrow matches the winds of the sea Constantly badgering you With the threat of drowning, I'm so scared you'll take yourself from me. Your voice is something, I can only be thankful for Coming to me in times of need It has all the power to make my heart soar, suturing the bleed. Your dreams, You've been told, Are far fetched at best And unachievable at most. What people don't understand Is unicorns are shy creatures Who just don't have the heart To prove they exist. Even though they run free, Jump high And take great pride (Their horns are always meticulously shined.) I think back on the times You taught me to be strong Without even knowing You were consistently adding words To my life's song. The melody just a little sweeter While it plays in my head Added like you do with sugar to your coffee before bed. Sparingly, But needed. Oh so very needed. You, my darling, have your roots dug deep Your dreams being dreamed Your life, I do believe Is worth so much more than an amount that any bank could offer, Is worth more than the english language can explore, And all I need you need to remember, The alphabet is composed of 26 letters, Voldemort wasn't always in power, take each insult And pull a Tom Marvolo Riddle out of the sorting hat. Believe that the positive outweighs the negative, And yes that means your scale is wrong. Tumblr's idea of pretty girls, Doesn't take place in my song. So this is an open letter, To my very best friend. Darling, please know You can always depend and lean and cry on and hate and call and love and trust me.
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They say that the human being is a primal creature That deep down likes to bite, to scratch, to hunt Mark their own territory And like so many other primal animals, feels this intrinsic pleasure in subduing others People say many things But in my world, pleasure and pain mix together Primal creatures show their claws For others willing to be subjected I once heard that *** becomes human from the moment it becomes ****** For me however, eroticism doesn't depend on *** And the primal is the most human and the most civilized of them all Just like the ones that look at me right now They see my movement and judge me feline Sharp claws, curious look, precise movements And I don't even need to show my fangs into a smile For them to understand who the predator is After all, as I already mentioned Pleasure and pain mix
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Primal
Paragliding is a matter of maths. You launch, fly, land, bash or crash. How you meet the ground depends on maths. Maths is key to survival. Allowances for maths out of your control, will drive your fun. Wind, heat, thermals and other pilots in the sky. Unforgiving ground is gravity's final aim. The wind will blow, thermals will lift, but gravity's maths will always win. Your time in the air, and possibly life's end, will depend pilot error. But gravity's maths doesn't care, he is all. Gravity is annoyed with paragliders aiming at the ground with miss. Gravity has calculated it's maths. He spies those who fly forever, and wishes them on the ground. With silence and invisibility, he draws those pilots in. Some follow the maths and land with ease. Some ignore the maths with peril. Gravity's maths will always win.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
Paragliding and Gravity Maths
Who are you? Who are you? Who am I? I couldn't tell you. I am a shapeshifter. I have many hues. My emotions depend on the feedback of you. If you love me, I will shine. If you play coy, so will I. Hurt me, go ahead and try. I will turn dark and blend into the night. You'll never know what character I am. You'll never know because I don't even know who I am.
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Chameleon
I'm in a bathroom at a party, why do i always lock myself away... I don't know how to have fun, so please don't depend at all on me... I like my solitude
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
In a bathroom at a party...
I listened to my inner voice.... When I was filled with fear, when I learned at a young age that real monsters do exist and they are not like the ones in any story book I ever read. The monsters stole away any normal childhood that I could of or should of had. Pain muted my words from flowing and poisoned my thoughts into growing... this is why I trusted no one.   At the time I had no other choice... when I was really the only friend I could totally depend on and count on I listened to my inner voice... I listened to my heart... When all I could hear was a pounding in my ears, when all around me was like a crazy chaotic whirlwind screeching like a barred owl that would then break apart into tiny pieces and sink into a cold abyss forgotten by the sea.  I couldn’t forget the grief as it was real and still inside me. There was a brokenness about me my heart was fragile and it balanced on the tip of my own desperation but still I listened to my heart...            I listened to the words... Slowly but surely I was able to come out from that darkened sea and was finally able to try and heal me. Words became my saving grace. I learned to not have muted lips and could give myself a fighting chance. I was able to tear down some of those protective walls to try again to live only in this moment without the armor and the hesitation. Writing became my new love... together we became an inseparable piece of one existence... I felt so much better after I listened to the words ....
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
I Listened
I listened to my inner voice.... When I was filled with fear, when I learned at a young age that real monsters do exist and they are not like the ones in any story book I ever read. The monsters stole away any normal childhood that I could of or should of had. Pain muted my words from flowing and poisoned my thoughts into growing... this is why I trusted no one.   At the time I had no other choice... when I was really the only friend I could totally depend on and count on I listened to my inner voice... I listened to my heart... When all I could hear was a pounding in my ears, when all around me was like a crazy chaotic whirlwind screeching like a barred owl that would then break apart into tiny pieces and sink into a cold abyss forgotten by the sea.  I couldn’t forget the grief as it was real and still inside me. There was a brokenness about me my heart was fragile and it balanced on the tip of my own desperation but still I listened to my heart...            I listened to the words... Slowly but surely I was able to come out from that darkened sea and was finally able to try and heal me. Words became my saving grace. I learned to not have muted lips and could give myself a fighting chance. I was able to tear down some of those protective walls to try again to live only in this moment without the armor and the hesitation. Writing became my new love... together we became an inseparable piece of one existence... I felt so much better after I listened to the words ....
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Lend me your eyes. So I could fill them with the bursting stars. Telling tales of the spellbinding universe, singing songs of exploding suns... and of splintering quasars. Lend me your thoughts. So that if I may, write of them. Fantastical scribbles of love and praise. Meticulously lined and carefully stitched... with immaculate lace at the hems. Lend me your breaths. I'd catch them as they fall... between the words you would say. Merging mine with yours... introducing colour... and vigour to my monochromatic world of black, white and grey. Lend me your heartbeats... for mine thumps erratic. As if beating in silent mock. I depend on the steadiness in yours. So they could usurp the ticks of worldly clocks. Lend me your hands. Palms up as a sign, perhaps as an invitation... for me to take them. And maybe... hopefully fill them... with mine...
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Lend Me...
This Day, two Biped Ponies each of you ride, Strolling along the lane Lovers enjoy To watch this Sweet Scene from way far behind, A Cheque I'd like to cash-in this Friday Yes, for Pence-Tales of Romance and Success Thinking to Follow is easy enough How many, do those Squirrels squeak at-less The Time which Currency states on the Rough I guess Luck's Fair in Friendship does depend On a Brisket-List sorted in custom To where each of you in Common does spend, Well, better than sulk out of sheer boredom. The Bullseye's paid, admitting my Defeat, Licking my own Fab's whilst hugging the Street.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTEEN - TOM DALEY