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Do we have any idea? Have we even got a clue? Can it be that we don't give a **** what others are going through. Are we so wrapped up in selfish mode? So devoted to our own. That we should sit back and watch as others are gnawed down to the bone. Should it be that our own offspring if they were cast away so far? Would we worry about that pipeline bringing fuel to run our car? Or would we stand aloft in horror as they were thrown unto the ground? Or for fuel thats cheap and plentiful, is it ok to make no sound? We hear about disasters. Tsunami strikes upon Japan. Earthquakes raging out in Haiti Watch death befall our fellow man. Throw donations in a bucket at the supermarket doors, then forget because of shopping. but we have paid towards their cause. Could you ever even fathom? Your children crying as they play, not for Barbies or Play-stations but for the pain to go away. Never asking for the latest made by Hamleys or Mattel rather just an handfull of food to help beat the starvation battle. Wash it down with poison water from a river filled with **** or collect in rusty tin cans from a worn and stagnant pit. If this was the plight of our children things would surely be said. We would try to move a mountain rather than our young be dead. Could you ever really imagine? Could you ever really get, that a million hits on You-Tube turn endangered species into pets? What if someone could ask on face-book about your daughter or your son, saying"It looks so cute and cuddly, "go on e-bay and buy me one." If only we could all be happy, not feel a need to own the place. If we could learn to be contented by a childs smiling face. Treat the world with awe and wonder. Treat its creatures with respect. Treat each other in this same way. Treat nobody with neglect. Then perhaps we may push together, make our Governments do right. Let's lead the World with people power, no more starvation or blight. Let's be less materialistic let us have a life of worh Not by owning all we see, rather sharing this our earth.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
christopher-k-bayliss
Material World
Do we have any idea? Have we even got a clue? Can it be that we don't give a **** what others are going through. Are we so wrapped up in selfish mode? So devoted to our own. That we should sit back and watch as others are gnawed down to the bone. Should it be that our own offspring if they were cast away so far? Would we worry about that pipeline bringing fuel to run our car? Or would we stand aloft in horror as they were thrown unto the ground? Or for fuel thats cheap and plentiful, is it ok to make no sound? We hear about disasters. Tsunami strikes upon Japan. Earthquakes raging out in Haiti Watch death befall our fellow man. Throw donations in a bucket at the supermarket doors, then forget because of shopping. but we have paid towards their cause. Could you ever even fathom? Your children crying as they play, not for Barbies or Play-stations but for the pain to go away. Never asking for the latest made by Hamleys or Mattel rather just an handfull of food to help beat the starvation battle. Wash it down with poison water from a river filled with **** or collect in rusty tin cans from a worn and stagnant pit. If this was the plight of our children things would surely be said. We would try to move a mountain rather than our young be dead. Could you ever really imagine? Could you ever really get, that a million hits on You-Tube turn endangered species into pets? What if someone could ask on face-book about your daughter or your son, saying"It looks so cute and cuddly, "go on e-bay and buy me one." If only we could all be happy, not feel a need to own the place. If we could learn to be contented by a childs smiling face. Treat the world with awe and wonder. Treat its creatures with respect. Treat each other in this same way. Treat nobody with neglect. Then perhaps we may push together, make our Governments do right. Let's lead the World with people power, no more starvation or blight. Let's be less materialistic let us have a life of worh Not by owning all we see, rather sharing this our earth.
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A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes He smelled He was soaking wet and looked very pale. The old gentleman bought the  man a beer and ask him what his story was the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner a man of high class and standard. He wore the finest clothes, wore the most beautufl jewelry, and went on amazing journeys. The old gentleman began to laugh he sipped his drink looked over the man and asked him what happened the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he looked up his car swirved in the lake water seaped in He said " water came rushing in so fast" the old gentleman looked down at his beer looked up and the man was nowhere to be seen he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman  talking to himself... suddenly The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story. The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out. Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
jam-rock
not finished but a start
A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes He smelled He was soaking wet and looked very pale. The old gentleman bought the  man a beer and ask him what his story was the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner a man of high class and standard. He wore the finest clothes, wore the most beautufl jewelry, and went on amazing journeys. The old gentleman began to laugh he sipped his drink looked over the man and asked him what happened the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he looked up his car swirved in the lake water seaped in He said " water came rushing in so fast" the old gentleman looked down at his beer looked up and the man was nowhere to be seen he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman  talking to himself... suddenly The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story. The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out. Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"
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When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye, Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac, Love in the frost is pared and wintered by, The whispering ears will watch love drummed away Down breeze and shell to a discordant beach, And, lashed to syllables, the lynx tongue cry That her fond wounds are mended bitterly. My nostrils see her breath burn like a bush. My one and noble heart has witnesses In all love's countries, that will ***** awake; And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses, The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.
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Dylan Thomas
When All My Five And Country Senses See
When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye, Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac, Love in the frost is pared and wintered by, The whispering ears will watch love drummed away Down breeze and shell to a discordant beach, And, lashed to syllables, the lynx tongue cry That her fond wounds are mended bitterly. My nostrils see her breath burn like a bush. My one and noble heart has witnesses In all love's countries, that will ***** awake; And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses, The heart is sensual, though five eyes break.
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i miss your lips the way they'd smoothly dance like a genie in a lamp as you'd sing and speak how sweet your memory tastes though the reality has long since faded i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past replaying time to time on the dream-screen of my mind as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth and i laugh it hurts but it feels so healthy you fade through the moon-mist and dismiss your own existence once again proclaiming that you are nothing but an extension of it all a fingerprint of the wilky-way just a strand of DNA swimming through the wake of infinite expansion i miss it the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark the kisses you'd plant along my edges like the vines that trace the hedges in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love nostalgia always begins so inviting untill you're finally feeling sea-sick from the over-ingestion of false sweets and pure imagination now we're so far gone living in a different reality entirely i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame another handsome man trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind but i'll remember you you're woven into the wood works           drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names      stands the lamen's term for your current shape your birth-given name credited with a handfull of scars left behind by a man who forced me to grow
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Sparrowfreckles
at the dream-screen double feature.
i miss your lips the way they'd smoothly dance like a genie in a lamp as you'd sing and speak how sweet your memory tastes though the reality has long since faded i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past replaying time to time on the dream-screen of my mind as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth and i laugh it hurts but it feels so healthy you fade through the moon-mist and dismiss your own existence once again proclaiming that you are nothing but an extension of it all a fingerprint of the wilky-way just a strand of DNA swimming through the wake of infinite expansion i miss it the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark the kisses you'd plant along my edges like the vines that trace the hedges in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love nostalgia always begins so inviting untill you're finally feeling sea-sick from the over-ingestion of false sweets and pure imagination now we're so far gone living in a different reality entirely i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame another handsome man trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind but i'll remember you you're woven into the wood works           drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names      stands the lamen's term for your current shape your birth-given name credited with a handfull of scars left behind by a man who forced me to grow
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Let the a.n.t.s sleep Warm and dry blankets Let the victories of the future brace you Body molesting wind demons false but True Cloak yourself in my laughter Grab reality and pull a book out of your spleen, with a Dim mak to sentence your fears to death. The first page is eternity, Stay within the pleasure, bathe in it, Body hyper aware, unclouded vision Disrobe, and bathe in it Open the door and begin It is Unjust not to Press Play..... It will all rush forward, and you will breath freely. Trumpeted like the arrival of an avatar of the love goddess. Cool cheeks, unmarked by tear tracks.. Built back up with the love you feared had departed. I'm pitiful alone. It is emotions prerogative to make its opinion known. These feelings cannot be ignored. Doing so makes things worse. Let confidence be always with you For all time Unending Everyday All day long You can honestly talk to me. Trivial questions. Something burdening your breast. I can make you feel better, if only for a handfull of minutes. You'll float away, but later crash on heavy thought. However.... You know  For several reasons The outcome is always the same Mind games are involuntary muscle spasms, it is an affliction of chaos tourettes, inherited from a goblin ancestor, Straighten your shoulders, I am here to reassure you,  Every day it will get lighter The stress will be less, the panic will simmer The message is salvation, in acceptance of the depth of the love felt for you. I am here to listem. Stop being kicked around by your thoughts. Feel instead, gliding into a gathering of like minds. I dare not say the full extent of what I know, and what I feel is transparent. It grants me sanity The compulsion to sing Satisfying smashed hearts Feeding your lips Sanctifying your suffering into submission Fulfilling a proper apology for the perversions. You have won the war.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
senor-negativo
You Have Won The War
Let the a.n.t.s sleep Warm and dry blankets Let the victories of the future brace you Body molesting wind demons false but True Cloak yourself in my laughter Grab reality and pull a book out of your spleen, with a Dim mak to sentence your fears to death. The first page is eternity, Stay within the pleasure, bathe in it, Body hyper aware, unclouded vision Disrobe, and bathe in it Open the door and begin It is Unjust not to Press Play..... It will all rush forward, and you will breath freely. Trumpeted like the arrival of an avatar of the love goddess. Cool cheeks, unmarked by tear tracks.. Built back up with the love you feared had departed. I'm pitiful alone. It is emotions prerogative to make its opinion known. These feelings cannot be ignored. Doing so makes things worse. Let confidence be always with you For all time Unending Everyday All day long You can honestly talk to me. Trivial questions. Something burdening your breast. I can make you feel better, if only for a handfull of minutes. You'll float away, but later crash on heavy thought. However.... You know  For several reasons The outcome is always the same Mind games are involuntary muscle spasms, it is an affliction of chaos tourettes, inherited from a goblin ancestor, Straighten your shoulders, I am here to reassure you,  Every day it will get lighter The stress will be less, the panic will simmer The message is salvation, in acceptance of the depth of the love felt for you. I am here to listem. Stop being kicked around by your thoughts. Feel instead, gliding into a gathering of like minds. I dare not say the full extent of what I know, and what I feel is transparent. It grants me sanity The compulsion to sing Satisfying smashed hearts Feeding your lips Sanctifying your suffering into submission Fulfilling a proper apology for the perversions. You have won the war.
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All I feel is pain sadness and hurt. With a slight tone of positivity Love ever so present like a distant dim light in the dark. Gestures of good will either harvested with selfish intentions. Like putting coins in a slotmachine to hit the Karma jackpot. Or genuine kindness. Mass produced negativity running rampant across the globe fits the current type of mankind like a perfect silk glove. I feel the wind crying, poisoned and sick. Clouds ***** acidic rain every drop a bombardment infused with a chemical mix. I feel the sunlight trying to escape the earth but the clouds are moody representing the mental sickness of the guests under their roofs. There is no escape once you land on this manmade Mental Asylum. I am scarred by kids with knives young unpure love that is quickly crushed. Only a handfull experience a lifetime of love. Earth is sick, being gutted alive stripped barren and bombarded with it's own body used as weapons that have turned against their Host. Me and all my friends know. For we are tree's, our bark is thick protecting our rooted Souls in the deep slick soil. Connected with Earth we feel everything that it endures. And it hurts..
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
SirReal
A Tree's Perspective
All I feel is pain sadness and hurt. With a slight tone of positivity Love ever so present like a distant dim light in the dark. Gestures of good will either harvested with selfish intentions. Like putting coins in a slotmachine to hit the Karma jackpot. Or genuine kindness. Mass produced negativity running rampant across the globe fits the current type of mankind like a perfect silk glove. I feel the wind crying, poisoned and sick. Clouds ***** acidic rain every drop a bombardment infused with a chemical mix. I feel the sunlight trying to escape the earth but the clouds are moody representing the mental sickness of the guests under their roofs. There is no escape once you land on this manmade Mental Asylum. I am scarred by kids with knives young unpure love that is quickly crushed. Only a handfull experience a lifetime of love. Earth is sick, being gutted alive stripped barren and bombarded with it's own body used as weapons that have turned against their Host. Me and all my friends know. For we are tree's, our bark is thick protecting our rooted Souls in the deep slick soil. Connected with Earth we feel everything that it endures. And it hurts..
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I have very few words to utter Selfishness is destructive… Selfishness is the core ignition of war… Example world war…. That selfishness kind of love… Mmmmmm… Has a tendecy of Love struck whip… Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile Keep the heart satified till… Very manipulative indeed Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull Alot sactifised for it Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it Alot don’t care about anything except for it… It’s lovely… It’s Love after all… That selfishn kind of love… It goes deeper and deeper It leaves you in a galaxy of its own… Its like the feeling of touching a star… It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders…. It swings around with 6th senses… It deceives the fortune tellers truth… The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it…. Taking your soul to the lost world…. Nothing can come between the two.. Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart… Till death do us apart… You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death… That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause… The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print… Good luck! Its your choice… Love exist… Same as the selfish kind of love Its Love…
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
welcome-kagiso-mogorosi
That Selfish Kind Of Love
I have very few words to utter Selfishness is destructive… Selfishness is the core ignition of war… Example world war…. That selfishness kind of love… Mmmmmm… Has a tendecy of Love struck whip… Leaves the heart with a longer lasting smile Keep the heart satified till… Very manipulative indeed Indigenously it has claimed life of a handfull Alot sactifised for it Alot lost their soul to the Gream reaper for it Alot don’t care about anything except for it… It’s lovely… It’s Love after all… That selfishn kind of love… It goes deeper and deeper It leaves you in a galaxy of its own… Its like the feeling of touching a star… It gives you the benefit of doubt, that kind of 7 wonders…. It swings around with 6th senses… It deceives the fortune tellers truth… The words I love you that I may utter on your ear, especially unexpected in a right mood in a silent enviroment with that ****** expression of I mean it…. Taking your soul to the lost world…. Nothing can come between the two.. Let go, let free “NEVER” says the cheated heart… Till death do us apart… You must run as fast as you could if you come across those words “Til death do us apart” its like signing invisible contract that has a small print that says you try to break up you are death… That selfishn kind of love has alot of clause… The whole contract has being composed with “I love you” in BOLD the rest small print… Good luck! Its your choice… Love exist… Same as the selfish kind of love Its Love…
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We all go through little lies and false ideas throughout the day. Is it wrong? I pretend like the best of them. **** I could be an actor like no other. Not only to hide feelings and emotions from anyone, but to even lie to myself that im doing a good thing by justifying my actions. I act big and tough truth is I hate fighting, only been in a handfull and lucky my anger did most of the work. Im a coward, I fear **** near every little thing including the dark... *** is something im good at but I have to actually get into character to last longer, to fake love, or even that she is good enough to make me *** I say im a real man, but a real man dosnt need a plethora of women to make himself a man. A man only needs one woman to take care of, sacrifice after sacrifice. Anything she needs your there at a moment notice. No texting behind her back to flirt with a girl. No saying your at the bar or a buddy house when your actually knee deep in some strange... iv been there to all those places. I even lie about being ok to be alone. Not suicidal or anything, but with boredom comes thoughts of sadness. Im a pretender through and through.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
blackhat13
pretender.
We all go through little lies and false ideas throughout the day. Is it wrong? I pretend like the best of them. **** I could be an actor like no other. Not only to hide feelings and emotions from anyone, but to even lie to myself that im doing a good thing by justifying my actions. I act big and tough truth is I hate fighting, only been in a handfull and lucky my anger did most of the work. Im a coward, I fear **** near every little thing including the dark... *** is something im good at but I have to actually get into character to last longer, to fake love, or even that she is good enough to make me *** I say im a real man, but a real man dosnt need a plethora of women to make himself a man. A man only needs one woman to take care of, sacrifice after sacrifice. Anything she needs your there at a moment notice. No texting behind her back to flirt with a girl. No saying your at the bar or a buddy house when your actually knee deep in some strange... iv been there to all those places. I even lie about being ok to be alone. Not suicidal or anything, but with boredom comes thoughts of sadness. Im a pretender through and through.
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The last thought before I go to bed Is always a handfull of the same things -how should I be feeling right now -I hope I didn't hurt anyones feeling that didn't deserve it -you -the sky is nice -so are trees -you -and bees all of those things are great, but also in some way bring great pain, almost Like a pure grief
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
sweetlilbun
//you//u//tu//
The last thought before I go to bed Is always a handfull of the same things -how should I be feeling right now -I hope I didn't hurt anyones feeling that didn't deserve it -you -the sky is nice -so are trees -you -and bees all of those things are great, but also in some way bring great pain, almost Like a pure grief
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I wonder what's out of reach due to my refusal to let go of you. Maybe I have my hands full. I can see you grasping for something too. do you miss me? Your voice is what I fell in love with first. fresh like water to quench my thirst. A voice that was so full of Love Now all your words are slurred. You only call me when you're drunk. Because you're not thinking straight. I want to hear the Love again, But I'm afraid that it's to late. I want you to be safe but I'm not ready For you to get sober. What if then, This is all over. I don't care if I'm only your Baby when you're drunk. I'm drunk on you. I don't care No, I don't care what you do. Just Please Don't stop calling I'll never stop falling more and more in love with you. © copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
nicole-ann-osborn
Handfull
I wonder what's out of reach due to my refusal to let go of you. Maybe I have my hands full. I can see you grasping for something too. do you miss me? Your voice is what I fell in love with first. fresh like water to quench my thirst. A voice that was so full of Love Now all your words are slurred. You only call me when you're drunk. Because you're not thinking straight. I want to hear the Love again, But I'm afraid that it's to late. I want you to be safe but I'm not ready For you to get sober. What if then, This is all over. I don't care if I'm only your Baby when you're drunk. I'm drunk on you. I don't care No, I don't care what you do. Just Please Don't stop calling I'll never stop falling more and more in love with you. © copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
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a handfull of pills a needle to the arm that cuts like the sound of your voice. oh give me the drugs and save me from the harm that days bring give me the dream give me the euphoria so i can run after something that seems tangible give me the darkness the ruin and the excuse for you to hear that i am no longer the person that used to be. give me a reason to get the **** out of my bed at dawn.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 2:01 AM UTC
moris
give me the drug
a handfull of pills a needle to the arm that cuts like the sound of your voice. oh give me the drugs and save me from the harm that days bring give me the dream give me the euphoria so i can run after something that seems tangible give me the darkness the ruin and the excuse for you to hear that i am no longer the person that used to be. give me a reason to get the **** out of my bed at dawn.
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i took a handfull of pills one day hoping i would fly away, and see jesus face to face, escaping this god forsaken place. i thought that it would set me free, from being a living tragedy. but i began to feel very sick. i felt as if i had been hit in the head with a brick. my stomache turned, and i began to cry. i never really wanted to die. but now im gone. and im never coming back. daddys at my funeral, all toarn up and dressed in black.  mom is busy crying, she would give the world, anything to get back her dear baby girl. and i rot away, and all of my hopes anddreams they do too..., because i made a big mistake, thatno one could undo. all of the plans that god had made for me, tragicly erased.all of my potential, has now gone to waste. i never really wanted to die, i just wanted to end this pain, i guess that i thought that life, was nothing but a game.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
socialcretin
game over
i took a handfull of pills one day hoping i would fly away, and see jesus face to face, escaping this god forsaken place. i thought that it would set me free, from being a living tragedy. but i began to feel very sick. i felt as if i had been hit in the head with a brick. my stomache turned, and i began to cry. i never really wanted to die. but now im gone. and im never coming back. daddys at my funeral, all toarn up and dressed in black.  mom is busy crying, she would give the world, anything to get back her dear baby girl. and i rot away, and all of my hopes anddreams they do too..., because i made a big mistake, thatno one could undo. all of the plans that god had made for me, tragicly erased.all of my potential, has now gone to waste. i never really wanted to die, i just wanted to end this pain, i guess that i thought that life, was nothing but a game.
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Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep Give me Stability, when this bridge is weak I'm lookin' for a platform to stand on As this lifeform hits its peak Not inside, but outside, the norm of normal looks for a barrier to breach Steady as I wobble , you take from my hand, but still.. I... am... a handfull No push, only the pull... no life left in this knife, the blade clearly is dull There's no safe, no lock, no code... Only thing you need to crack is my skull Not how am I, it's how are you doing, how's life? how's time moving? Are you sick... of the ******** How's barely gettin' by going? I'm not one to prove while improving, just tryin' to get by while keepin' ongoing My mind took off My body stayed put in the loft What about me makes you think I have the self control to keep from goin' off!? I'm a mental slob My brain just oozes thoughts I don't think, I just act, like that one time I got mad and slapped my boss!! So here's this... Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep Obviously aware of all these lessons, I keep stressin' I might not even have a steady vocation or profession No sleep even when I should be well rested I even hate the attention, But I purposely leave words worth the mention Now lets just question The difference between hell and heaven Whats the difference between an "L" and an upside down seven? I have no religion, so what's a priest, what's a reverend? Put it this way at least... Lettin' my mouth off it's leash Will allow me to speak loud enough to speak my peace Everytime I fade in I fade out Everytime I fade out, I still fade in its just about The 'who,what,why,where,when??. How can now be going back to then? I must be runnin' in fuckin' circles again! I lost the dice I tossed to the wind Maybe I'll give the wheel of fortune a spin And if it's fortune I win, I'll consider myself fortunate then Give... Me... Somethin'.... To burn Without smoke from the chimney, I'll make a fire with words to create heat I'll just take and keep what's within reach Even if it's the world beneath my feet I... Don't... Want... To ... Earn So without a landing beneath me, I still dive head first when I leap So... Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep -J.A.M
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
jam
Rough Draft
Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep Give me Stability, when this bridge is weak I'm lookin' for a platform to stand on As this lifeform hits its peak Not inside, but outside, the norm of normal looks for a barrier to breach Steady as I wobble , you take from my hand, but still.. I... am... a handfull No push, only the pull... no life left in this knife, the blade clearly is dull There's no safe, no lock, no code... Only thing you need to crack is my skull Not how am I, it's how are you doing, how's life? how's time moving? Are you sick... of the ******** How's barely gettin' by going? I'm not one to prove while improving, just tryin' to get by while keepin' ongoing My mind took off My body stayed put in the loft What about me makes you think I have the self control to keep from goin' off!? I'm a mental slob My brain just oozes thoughts I don't think, I just act, like that one time I got mad and slapped my boss!! So here's this... Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep Obviously aware of all these lessons, I keep stressin' I might not even have a steady vocation or profession No sleep even when I should be well rested I even hate the attention, But I purposely leave words worth the mention Now lets just question The difference between hell and heaven Whats the difference between an "L" and an upside down seven? I have no religion, so what's a priest, what's a reverend? Put it this way at least... Lettin' my mouth off it's leash Will allow me to speak loud enough to speak my peace Everytime I fade in I fade out Everytime I fade out, I still fade in its just about The 'who,what,why,where,when??. How can now be going back to then? I must be runnin' in fuckin' circles again! I lost the dice I tossed to the wind Maybe I'll give the wheel of fortune a spin And if it's fortune I win, I'll consider myself fortunate then Give... Me... Somethin'.... To burn Without smoke from the chimney, I'll make a fire with words to create heat I'll just take and keep what's within reach Even if it's the world beneath my feet I... Don't... Want... To ... Earn So without a landing beneath me, I still dive head first when I leap So... Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn I'll give you, somethin' to teach Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn I'll give you, somethin' to keep -J.A.M
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Handfull of flower petals Bloodstains and twisted metal Force-fed inebriation Bright lights, strange floatation Wanted more No more now Wanted more No more now Thoughtless rain falls unending Thoughtless pain, no pretending Present tense, future hollow Here today, lost tomorrow No more now No more now No more now No more now Run free and I'll protect you I swear I won't neglect you Run now. They may select you Run now, they may dissect you Run from this place of horrors Labyrynthine corridors Creatures of four and four Step through each and every door Know more now No more now Know more now No more now Far from the place of colors Far from sisters and brothers Handfull of flower petals Bouquet of when we settled First and last day together Taken away forever Know more now...
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
Socranates
Handful of Flower Petals
Handfull of flower petals Bloodstains and twisted metal Force-fed inebriation Bright lights, strange floatation Wanted more No more now Wanted more No more now Thoughtless rain falls unending Thoughtless pain, no pretending Present tense, future hollow Here today, lost tomorrow No more now No more now No more now No more now Run free and I'll protect you I swear I won't neglect you Run now. They may select you Run now, they may dissect you Run from this place of horrors Labyrynthine corridors Creatures of four and four Step through each and every door Know more now No more now Know more now No more now Far from the place of colors Far from sisters and brothers Handfull of flower petals Bouquet of when we settled First and last day together Taken away forever Know more now...
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Ill never forget the sickening feeling i got when i watched you try to swallow a handfull of pills.. i quiet literally cried so hard it made me physically sick and everything went black with the thought of you dying... i didnt have the stregnth to stand anymore, i collapsed with the weight of your pain.. im so glad he was there to stop you, because i all i could do was scream with the air that was left in my lungs because trying to take a breath was like trying to breathe under water.. to him i am forever grateful. I dont know what it is that makes you so hateful.. everything after that seemed so... dark and hopeless. I am forever afraid, if just the thought of you not being here was enough to take the breath right out of me and make my whole world shake with destruction what am i going to do when you really do leave this world..
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
AbstractAuthor
Eye witness
Ill never forget the sickening feeling i got when i watched you try to swallow a handfull of pills.. i quiet literally cried so hard it made me physically sick and everything went black with the thought of you dying... i didnt have the stregnth to stand anymore, i collapsed with the weight of your pain.. im so glad he was there to stop you, because i all i could do was scream with the air that was left in my lungs because trying to take a breath was like trying to breathe under water.. to him i am forever grateful. I dont know what it is that makes you so hateful.. everything after that seemed so... dark and hopeless. I am forever afraid, if just the thought of you not being here was enough to take the breath right out of me and make my whole world shake with destruction what am i going to do when you really do leave this world..
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I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat I'm  saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil Will I look back at the land that I've  left as I sail out over the sea No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't  want to be Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll  carve out a place to call home The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory Soon I'll  be there breathing freedoms air fresh in my new land, the land of the free
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
joe-cole
FREEDOM
I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat I'm  saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil Will I look back at the land that I've  left as I sail out over the sea No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't  want to be Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll  carve out a place to call home The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory Soon I'll  be there breathing freedoms air fresh in my new land, the land of the free
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Life is an art, an art understood by few, but seen by all. Life is like a painting, a painting interpreted differently, but experienced by all. Life is like music, music enjoyed by few, but heard by all. Life is like a course book, one read by a handfull, but opened by all. Life is a choice, everyone has a chance to choose, but not all choose right.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
angila
Life
Life is an art, an art understood by few, but seen by all. Life is like a painting, a painting interpreted differently, but experienced by all. Life is like music, music enjoyed by few, but heard by all. Life is like a course book, one read by a handfull, but opened by all. Life is a choice, everyone has a chance to choose, but not all choose right.
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The naked truth is suffocating under The emperors new clothes The big bad wolf was murdered for exposing the greatest lie of the king That evil is an invention that was born from his greed And little red was left for all the kings horses and all the kings men To abuse again and again Humpty jumped from the wall because he was helpless to do nothing but watch Goldilocks and the bears Dare not make a sound And choke down cold rotten porridge Desperately waiting for their graves in the ground Jack tried to raise the giant back from the dead But magic was outlawed and he found his head in a noose Snow White fell back into a coma And the seven dwarfs feasted until she was nothing but bone The mirror mirror had nothing to say For the queen was bored with her beauty and sewed its mouth shut The witches and madmen cackled and laughed And refuesd to take part In the shadow of darkness they rescued the truth They took leave of the senseless With a handfull of ballons and floated up to the man in the moon
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
akira-chinen
Once Upon a Lie...
The naked truth is suffocating under The emperors new clothes The big bad wolf was murdered for exposing the greatest lie of the king That evil is an invention that was born from his greed And little red was left for all the kings horses and all the kings men To abuse again and again Humpty jumped from the wall because he was helpless to do nothing but watch Goldilocks and the bears Dare not make a sound And choke down cold rotten porridge Desperately waiting for their graves in the ground Jack tried to raise the giant back from the dead But magic was outlawed and he found his head in a noose Snow White fell back into a coma And the seven dwarfs feasted until she was nothing but bone The mirror mirror had nothing to say For the queen was bored with her beauty and sewed its mouth shut The witches and madmen cackled and laughed And refuesd to take part In the shadow of darkness they rescued the truth They took leave of the senseless With a handfull of ballons and floated up to the man in the moon
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*The line up at the movie theatre is long. And the rain crosses the scene in diaganol lines. that's when I saw her so frail painfully thin and cold. her face had been pretty once. she still had the most beautiful blue eyes. almost too big for her now gaunt features she carried a sign two children and homeless please help. I recognized her as she got closer I had seen her a week ago at the bus station in town. Then her sign read cold and hungry please help. someone threw a handfull of loose change at her feet she knelt down hurriedly trying to pick up every single coin. I had only twenty dollars on me. But suddenly the movie banner with George clooney and Catherine zeta Jones smiling down at me lost its apppeal. I ****** the note into her hands. she looked at me with her blue blue eyes. Then i had to walk home in the rain as fast as I could. For I had an overwhelming urge to hug my teenage daughter. and tell her I loved her*
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
jude-kyrie
Blue Blue Eyes
*The line up at the movie theatre is long. And the rain crosses the scene in diaganol lines. that's when I saw her so frail painfully thin and cold. her face had been pretty once. she still had the most beautiful blue eyes. almost too big for her now gaunt features she carried a sign two children and homeless please help. I recognized her as she got closer I had seen her a week ago at the bus station in town. Then her sign read cold and hungry please help. someone threw a handfull of loose change at her feet she knelt down hurriedly trying to pick up every single coin. I had only twenty dollars on me. But suddenly the movie banner with George clooney and Catherine zeta Jones smiling down at me lost its apppeal. I ****** the note into her hands. she looked at me with her blue blue eyes. Then i had to walk home in the rain as fast as I could. For I had an overwhelming urge to hug my teenage daughter. and tell her I loved her*
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since you left i've worn my trauma like it's a trophy you can see my anxiety in my freckles the ptsd in the way i dance and the bipolar in everything i do it's coming home to a handfull of pills instead of you it's what tears me down becoming a punchline to a stupid joke on schoolyards and don't get me started on what i've done to self medicate i'm not asking you to come back in fact, i don't want you to because the pain is a part of me, at times it's all of me, but because of you, i am a survivor.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
traplord
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since you left i've worn my trauma like it's a trophy you can see my anxiety in my freckles the ptsd in the way i dance and the bipolar in everything i do it's coming home to a handfull of pills instead of you it's what tears me down becoming a punchline to a stupid joke on schoolyards and don't get me started on what i've done to self medicate i'm not asking you to come back in fact, i don't want you to because the pain is a part of me, at times it's all of me, but because of you, i am a survivor.
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tears filled my eyes looking at nothing, thinking of everything. every cork that filled a hole in my heart slowly popped itself out and i literally felt the rush of sadness through my body, filling my veins, intoxicating my mind once again. is this what i'm meant to be? sometimes i feel like a punching bag for everyone and myself. i will beat myself down slowly then all at once. i am not a best friend, i am an enemy to myself. this is how it'll always be right? i wanted to slice open my skin and feel numb again, i wanted to take a handfull of sleeping pills to feel numb again. i can hear my parents fighting again. i can feel how i felt when my own friends told me they never loved me. i can see my older sister fighting my mother over everything again. it all came back to me in what felt like a split of a second. i was 12 again and as sad as i ever was. i was 12 again, sitting on my bedroom floor, wishing that i would gather the courage through my sobs to finally end it. and i should have. i'm not meant to be here.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
omw2you
i want to disappear.
tears filled my eyes looking at nothing, thinking of everything. every cork that filled a hole in my heart slowly popped itself out and i literally felt the rush of sadness through my body, filling my veins, intoxicating my mind once again. is this what i'm meant to be? sometimes i feel like a punching bag for everyone and myself. i will beat myself down slowly then all at once. i am not a best friend, i am an enemy to myself. this is how it'll always be right? i wanted to slice open my skin and feel numb again, i wanted to take a handfull of sleeping pills to feel numb again. i can hear my parents fighting again. i can feel how i felt when my own friends told me they never loved me. i can see my older sister fighting my mother over everything again. it all came back to me in what felt like a split of a second. i was 12 again and as sad as i ever was. i was 12 again, sitting on my bedroom floor, wishing that i would gather the courage through my sobs to finally end it. and i should have. i'm not meant to be here.
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