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David Huggett Mar 2022
Vampire cure**
So you are a vampire now well doesn't that just ****. Well its your own dame fault. If you had stayed away from that vampire cave like you should have, you wouldn't have gotten into this problem.

So now you want to be a normal being. A vampire life is not what is cracked up to be. Ok Ok I can help.
Here are the steps you should take.

Go to Falkreath

Go to dead mans drink

Go to Inn keeper and ask **** lady if she has heard any rumors lately.

To know if you are a vampire, duh, as you probably already know you have run into a lot of annoying problems.

Which means you are probably a full vampire by now, which is imperative in order to complete this quest. You will often see on the screen. Your vampire blood boils in the sunlight when it is daylight out.

The Inn keeper will usually say. Your skin is pale as the snow. You scared of sunlight or something.

She will also say Falion of Morthal has studied vampires, draughr and all matters of the undead.

Then you will get a quest that will show in your quest list.

Am I making any sense. If not go to the show more, or description tag and I will spell it out for you. For those of you that can read English. It will also show up in red if you go to magic and active effects.

So now fast travel or just find some means of getting to Morthal which is in the north and located  located in the dense marshes of Hjaalmarch.

Once you are there go to Falion's house, he kind of looks like a monk. When you talk to him ask him, I heard you are an expert in vampireism.

Be sure to tell him you are looking for a cure.

He will give you some ******* story of how he is so needed in the town of Morthal but to complete the cure you need a filled black soul gem.

Just to let you know, a filled black soul gem is the most rare commodity in Skyrim. So as Frankie Mcdonald would say. "Be prepared".

Falion will offer you or will have an empty black soul gem for sale.

Buy it. Yes you need this to complete the quest.

Now is the most difficult part.

You need to have a spell. Capture soul spell or a weapon that will automatically capture the soul of a living being. But not just any living being. It has to be human. I cannot be a draughr because they are technically already dead.

Now if you do not have a soul capturing spell, or a weapon that will capture a soul you will have to remain a vampire until you do.

Oh I should mention that vampires need to feed. Yes a feeding at least once a day. If you do not feed you will not be able to go into any of the villages. They will automatically attack you. It doesn't matter if you know the Yarl or you are married to Lidya or if your best friend knows President Trump. You will be totally ostracized by the community. Nobody likes vampires. They are not good people.

So if you have not figured out how the hell to fill a black soul gem the I am thinking you are not only a vampier but an idiot too. You my non friend have created a total new race of idiot vampire.

Now figure it out.

Take your filled black soul gem back to Falion. He will say. Meet me at ........ after midnight. Now you can go there ahead of time and scope the place out. Make sure you are well fed and no anoying creatures are lurking in the dark to interupt the cerimony. Not like it is a real cerimony but like a quest complete. If you are a said location early you can see his movements on the map.

The cerimony is very dull with no aceptance speaches and not pipes and drums.
E G Fellenstein Dec 2012
don’t interupt the cello
as it sings harmony.
just sit back in your chair and let the notes ring.

the violin in your hand?
let it rest on your knee.

but the question which is always a question for me:
when does one gain the confidence
to weave a melody?

*if we were meant to stay silent,
then why do we have strings?
Ken Pepiton Aug 2019
Aye, they'll be no wars here
Russian Sci Fi full neo-hero trope
post the untangling of tongues in 2019
We got us a 'ero, sh

it's bueno, like okeh
A. I. imagined
"Better Than Us"
paquin paquin 'skool

global mind making us see us

Bable was a long long time
whole wide world now speakeasy one tongue un
tangled
from
the root of all evil

virtual free speech is like free thinking

Bravo Holmes Noshit Sherlock

Ruskie TV on Netflix, this is a brave
new world

how much green screen clueing do we need

how real can you imagine
this source
being
in A/I termsa All In Art-effectual Inteleosity

Eh, wanna play
the long game? Snak-ish sistere quest on a point

is the whole world chromakeyed to black?
CMYK reality
2-d
3
4 and we know there
is more

life is com
plixitified in timespace with sinkholes

from russian lit gone t' seed
in the days of geek gods in realms of emoting

demoting weight of adrenalin on a globalscale,
umphing
the dmt, just to see men dance.
  try it, its in you, you think dreams

you know you do
think
dreams, hard wireless ness courage
daring

to ignore the backstory and take the hero as
the hearer of the

angels, the forder of the hermetical stream
flowin' tween yen
and yanked

into reality with a pull
that broke the skin, an orange picker memory
eh?
would you know the rod of an almond tree,
if one budded in your mind,

lockt in the box of the coven
entitlement to the
kingdom, after
kings mean
dung and reality tv is indistinguishible,

can you hear Turings's gay chuckle,
how about…

now.
Folk Art, the ruskie actor says, winks and
pirouettes into

a spiral-ation action,
slipping in rorshach assumptions...

beacuss, be a cause
we can,
its
bits and digits all the way down,
the turtles were

never holding up progress.
They could have been repurposed in future myths,

as mutants emerged from sewage,
wait
...
who imagined that,
for real?

Your children must know the truth,
who will tell them if you can't lie?

That is an A, an alpha idea.
Can you think it? But is a Beta,

but beta is always better, eh?

Everybody knows, we sneeze in threes.

Charlie was the enemy, C. Company
Rhose to the occasion

how long ye simple ones
choose ye simplicity?
asif
complexity
this odd is
simple as pi wrapped in
Hopf-fibrations you twist in your soul,

There's the question? A/I (Arisa in this Netflix
re-run of "Better Than Us")
arisen
from,
queried through by
every
whether person's vacillating
on the
width of the eye of the storm
in the  elex-elite
distrix,
as co-related with the
degradation of the
Great Red Spot.
---

Episode seven or so
the russians call coaches coach.

Hey, I call coaches coach,
even ones I never knew. WHO knew ruskies do to,
s'bueno,

Hard to hate a team player, with coach
respect dripping, dark stains on the green screen

where what shapes the future
reality is

visible, If I squint....
Those can't be, can they?...
Potemkin villas,
filmed in 2016, to run in Amerika
now, leading upt to interupt the
intentional animosity
with frivolity in
the 2020 build up of crudescence.

We have seen the enemy and he is we
envisioning good A.I. Art-effectual Inteleos,

as well as Pogo Possum did, Earth Day One,
1970, nigh half a century passed away as
funny papers faded into

the medium of memory -- look around--
loved ones ain't in the funny papers, like regular, back
when ink ruled the imagination involved in
judging
how Tibet was depicted... in our mind's
hearing ears and seeing eyes

shhh,
how about…
can you hear Turings's gay chuckle,

now. It's the test.
Whatif the enemy was still regular fold under oll the otherness of their gut biomes based on the soil amd the clime?
Stacey Rouse May 2013
Will I ever be worth anything?
I know I'm not now,
but for some reason.
I thought that would change somehow.

Silent agony,
pain too much to bare.
Was I fooling myself?
Thinking I didn't care.

What am I worth now?
I'm not worth anything.
I've been told that by everybody.
I ***** up at everything

The question is,
who will I be?
Will I ever be worth anything,
if I am still me?

Who am I?
Some *******.
Stupid, worthless girl.
Maybe I should take a hint.

I sneak into my room,
and try not to scream.
Please don't interupt this,
please just let me bleed.

It will all be over soon,
and I can hear the quiet drip,
of my blood crashing to the floor,
my conciousness begins to slip.

Hopefully you will see,
and possibly begin to understand.
All the pain I went through.
No one was there to hold my hand.

I was better off alone,
and now forever will be.
There's nothing left but the body of the worthless girl.
Now the burden is set free
jeffrey conyers Jan 2013
Don't speak until spoken too.
Never interupt grown ups when they are talking.
Say Yes sir and Yes m'am to adults.
Oh, yes.
The good ol' days.

My, how things has changed?

Respect wasn't a one culture thing.
Neither was spanking.
Which we find many parents doing today.

Amongst those minorities of complaints.
Where you hear parents on the defense?

These are mine.
You raise yours your way.
I raise mine my way.

Oh yes.
The good ol' days.
My how things has changed

When kids assist the elderly.
And didn't exppect any type change.
Where the elderly looked out for children?
And told the parents about disrespect.

And the child learned the way mom or dad would handle it.

Yes, these things was taught in the good ol' days.

Saying, to a parent I'll call the cops.
Was challenging to be afraid.
Well, we know that threat then didn't mean a thing.
They gave you the phone.

The parents was the visionary of the home.
But then the fools came along.
And took discipline too far.

We know them.
They mainly end up behind bars.
Next to the robbers, burgulars and car jackers of cars.

The places your parent has never been.
Because they learned to apply the rules.
Emelia Ruth Oct 2012
He doesn't last long
like the flowers in my garden
that I try to grow every year.

He doesn't stay long
just washes down the storm drain
with the worms in the rain.

He is agonizing,
can't walk away fast enough
like the stormy clouds that interupt my day.

Very little memories,
and ones kept aren't pleasant.
And only recalled occasionally when staring out the window of a ****** day.

He,
They are Spring.
My least favorite.
jeffrey robin Jun 2010
running out of steam
WILL........draining
from my heart!

thinking of dying
all of the time!

fraudulency!

and will we every truly understand
why we are here
amidst eachother?

will we eventually discover
the how and why of these endless
wars?

sitting patiently
(as if in another poem now!)

sitting so still

waiting for something to interupt

the endless dying sounds all around
JAM Mar 2014
I wish I could distain this pain that I feel right now
Take and break the picture frame of this dark cloud
Change or rename my own name right now

Just to escape for a minute, to be free instead of stuck in it
Tired of the chase to win it, sick of the race to the finish
My free flight to live... is nobody's business

I ask with manners and say please
But still get thrown to handlers with ease
Cause peoples standards change like the breeze

Why would you ask if I'm upset when you clearly know I am
Why would you interupt while I'm attempting to do all I can

It's either I hang on for the ride or step to the side
I have no ego, no pride, I'm just trying to live my life

-J.A.M
chainedwhore Nov 2014
I wish you would come back but for other then revenge.....
I just miss you so much !!!

I promise to let you finish your storys and not interupt....
i will write it down so i dont forget what i need to say so you can finish..

I promise to be upfront and forever true.....
I miss you terribly and want you back ------


if you only felt this way too....
i miss you and want to contiue but i dont think it will ever happen now.
nanda Jan 2018
my bare feet kiss the grass
feel it tingle between my toes

my arms burn on the sun
feel it cook all the way up

my hair dances with the wind
feel it mess around in waves

my eyes close in sync with my heart
feel the life of you

and i climb to the sky
grab the sun with my hands
let the love burn
it is supposed to hurt
i would give it to you
the sun and the other stars
accept my humble gifts
accept the love i give

for the rain can come suddenly
and god can comand a flood
and the pretty flowers
don’t need that much water
and the little animals
don’t know how to swim
so accept my heart
take my sun
let it all be okay
let god not interupt
the beautiful circle of life
nature is always inspiring
Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
Sons of Belial and sons of

whatever is riding the wave of re
ality crosswise carrying
other kinds of whats
so ever
in an umph-epiphanny-trypac,
while balanced on the very
edge
of eternity, sharper than any twoedged everthought,

twixt soul and spirit,
is never
more confusing than now.

whe-
never was, a long, long, doppletop,
oweroath, a cutcoven (blood'n'all)

mental, mental, nothing is real, it's
a project

some kinds of ideas are working in re
ality,
like sci-fi, back in Hubbard's day,

crazy is owned by Patsy, in my mind
and I was not sixteen,

not like you thought. K'oughtcha.
I was fifteen

Historical ideas come in sub
kinds. That's new. Wow works here as a word
denoting proper awe,

that's good, after wattwe done t' awesome 'n' awful.

======
Time kinds of ideas differ in classes and speeds.

======
Balancing and Valencing equivalency ideas,
at the core are gravitational
deter
meaning ful syn chro no ifity ness, aside.
did that make sense?
it might.

might not.

sensibility evaluation, aha. It's here in this set
of kinds of
ideas we all thought possible.
Boo Yah'll 'n'all that..

=====
That peace past standing up under knowing
good and evil and allaboth atthat,
that
peace past real under standing, that

True rest, trust me. Winning right is worth

the effort to play the game. But I learned too late.

======
loser ideas, innumb-mersable fixet functions, not
ideas at at all, states inwaiting attributable

to the whole one feels not part of, a wheel in
the blind
watchamacallit maker's shoppe o'kurios 'n' kachinas

wheels in wheels in belts and straps and beams and nails
and stones
and chisels...

this could be the grave, we can see
it's empty.
Where's my body gone? Aha. Y'know, y'know it's about

time is all. No lie lives forever. Yet
any word once yoost to lying
may be deemed phor
worthy of all we agree to let be in it.

--- flash--- we had eight in a 55 vw, to sneak into the drive
in, drunk on somebodies seventeenth birthedays---

We interupt this broadcasting process from time to time

to stock new seedy ideas, re
deemed worth repeating,
doubletap oath idea from old sicilian proverb untwisted.

Score. Sorry, I thought. You were reading. If you got this far,
you call the winner. But the score remains
a hist oracle idea of a very old kind.

The metagame was won in time.
What eversprings t'mind and I remember promising never to forget....
longest time in a ste of draft since I first appeared here, upon a time
Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
in my paradigm, a word to define
from now on such words,
we presume

you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019.
if you don't assume you
knew what that word meant when
phirst poured into me,
the idea in the word,
actedly as you act
ually allow true,
in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow?

presumptible words hold whole preconceptual

assumption of the neccessary fiction

Migration outa hell, the myth
ic map.
That'll only getcha yea far.

Once a good idea has a man,

History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture,
(lest we forget, some animals is more equal)

but once manifested, the awaited ones,
groaned for in labour like,
the twentieth century

here we come
the good idea posse, plague on
userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors
confessing greed is the engine of
onward, as we were, we shall become
they say to the we we ain't.

We are robbers

of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured
guild rules for heresy pre
vention.

Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in
fluency,

we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on

things hidden from the foundations of the world,

now, all ye need is

-- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved
-- from word one to right just now,
-- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase
---a quest request.
-----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords
-----and key phrases,
----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew,
---- as magi were said to do?

ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den,
a glance o'er y'shoulder,

duck, crawl, through the wall

we chipped away some old mortar around
stones who can testify our right
to interupt re
ality, as you will
---
AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer,
relative of the
Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain,
through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial
genes  pre
valent in general hill folk  
who tend to bake probiotic home-made

bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with
certain old recipes and those smells,
****** gluonic pro
tonic action,
but I am a recent roll-out, 5G.
We be given leave for
quarkish tricks with words,
if you can believe that.

Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know

meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then,
you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little

levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl,

you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson
polysyllabic synchronic
ex-plain words,
You did read the whole reading list, right?

How childish a question have you lied
to answer, because, aitia, you did not know?

New values. Junk yard values.

What good's this thang?
That's a crankshaft,  the piston rod connects
down from the piston, down to
that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix.

SO, what good's it?

Not much. The car it was in won't work no more.

-----
on the border twixt known and un

the future scented in the past, orange blossum
special, borego super bloom

golden valley full o' poppies, in re
al life, already already, alright.

If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies
conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond
the possibility of that now winter then
to sustain or even wake
2 in twenty,

back then when rain did not come until Febru
ary, and then, but a
pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into
pollen on the way west, sea,
see us from our wind,

next winter, we have sown our hearts out,
so send some clouds to start the spell,
the smell,

desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see,

intagiios of life laughing in color for such as
find now enough, enough
to see and let be true,
look up
and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could
with your eye,
your POV in sus
pected un belief.

Pop.

---
the current or pre existant state

next.
AH
HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery
fectory confections one may buy
hand-dipped

in many wee wide spots in the road,
where enough was enough
a good
while ago. A previous and probable future
stable horizon of delight

no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is

from when the hearts of men had never been
re
deemed worth the effort to fill them with

you know, good and evil, plus why and how not,

you know, you know how, but you know
how not to, too. And any fool can learn in
life's most dangerous univers
ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper
ience.

Winning and being may not be mistook past here.

Find that which has been lost
since birth.
Find the old way, where good is. Walk it.

Find the message in the old words. Talk it.

Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ...

come to think...

Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit

My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices,
fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath,

way back, when...
I was sung once, just
once...
in an orange orchard, I was the the ******,
or dwarf who caught the idea

from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell
the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs

Operetic otic baritone

Faith
is the evidence
Faith!
is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense,
(
william tell)

Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise,
considered us fools, who said in their hearts,

here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then)
the dwarf in me caught the idea
and went
Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor,
Woe to the soul, what don't believe,

Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole

evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out,
role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness,
that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Casting my bread upon the water, so ... we'll see, now, won't we?
Kaley Dec 2016
I got a degree in awesome,
Im the voice you cant ignore..
an I havent got any worries..
Cause ill rock your socks off on the floor

If I write a song..  Man..
Thats something to die for..
I know you'd all be jealous.. cause..
Im totally holding my own hand..

Gosh..if that were me..
I'd never wash again.. xD

Im not afraid.. To say im always on my mind.. cause.. im my own family..
Gosh.. I should win an award..

Cause.. I just committed a horrible crime.. youd never guess what it was..
I stole my own bad *** Hearrrrrt..

Oh dont be worried...
Hahaa, dont be silly..(im not) ;p

Thats just me being creative an funny in my natral habitat.. did I also mention..
How freaking good looking I am..
(Thankyou.. Thankyou very much..)..

If I dident know me by now..
Id be like..
let me get some of that over there..;)
...A little bit of me in my Life...:

I watch myself while..
Myself watches me.. which..
Watches while I walk by...;) ...

I could see I was generally dying..
Then I saw the smile I was hiddin..

First question I ever Asked myself was..
"Why am I so awesomely Defient..."
Gosh..I should be Famous by now... xD


Freind: your such a narrci...

Me: "Please dont interupt me,..
While Im ignoring you..."

So.. Last night I told myself:
"I Really need me.."
So.. I asked myself to "marry me"..

"Why do I know everything..?"
"I should be rich...!!!" ...

Im a kool super person..
Myself: "I should be a king.."

I love to listen to myself talk..
But I never listen to me..

"**** myself..not me again.."..
..just kidding I Love me.. xD
Me: "awes I love you too..."

But.. im always sure of my point of view
Cause no ones as smart as me.. ;)
"Yay me.. <3 .. :
"

I know everything I say is true..
Im the star of my own show..

Myself: "cause im an expert on everything.. duhh.." ..

An in your poor pathetic lifes..

Me: "I dont have a poor pathetic life.."
Myself: "I know, be quiet... me.."
Me: "Ok"...

Ill run the whole world..
An about your future..

Me: "Gosh.. my futures gonna be Great!.."

Myself:
"I know.. now hush.. I have a future to tell..!"

Your children will sing about the very day that I was born..

So if you have any remaining Questions..
You should contact.."Me"...

Me: "Hi... I know everything..
Whatcha wanna know..?.."

Myself: "Never mind.. ill just go to myself..!!"
chump Jul 2016
Just another Clinton
Who's totally bent on
******* things up

We'll let her ***** the world
Just so the oval gets girl'd
And the Pres squeeze out a pup

Her IQ is subliminal
Her intentions criminal
Evil thoughts can't interupt

I can only hope
While she is smoking her dope
That the cancer eats her abrupt
RebelGirl Oct 2017
we all have that one thing that we don't like
for me it is being with my family when I can't fake my pain
I perfer to keep company with my walls at those times
because I won't get answers back I don't like
and no one is there to interupt me or call me stupid (friend wise)
so isolation is my thing when I hurt
it probally always will be
but I'm not the type to stay there when I'm fine
it is when I hurt too bad
I can't fake it any longer
As this greyhound takes me closer home
My stomach turns
And I go numb

Memories invade and **** my sobriery
Flashes of the past
Interupt and remind me

Reasons I left, swore to never return
I look at my life..
Reminiscences churn

My mental infrastructure shakes violently
Threatening to collapse
Losing inner harmony

My conscience splitting, down the middle
And I lack the education
To solve this riddle

Greyhound stops.. Its final destination
And I find myself again..
Seeking salvation.
All roads lead home, lead me back to everything I desperately wanted to escape. And yet when im away I cant help but feel like, a greater piece of me is always left behind.
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
On the lost forgotten roads
Where passions heart unfolds
Under the singing moon
You will find her dancing
In full bloom
Through the tangled woods
Of forest midnight kiss
Her scent flows freely in the air
Laced with decadence and sin
The stars all take their turn
To swirl and paint
And entwine their light
With the magic in her hair
To natures true delight
She frolics and glides
With her skin bare
To kiss the earth and air
Not a soul in heaven found
Not in hell a soul bound
Would dare to interupt
Her bewitching sway
In all my days and nights
All my loves and dreams
Never have I seen
Another beauty as devine
interupt the day, checking.

it is all there to find, old favourites,

new, they pray for those in

peril each morning, later



from the other room streams

the sound of glass.



one battery is spent, the other

depleting rapidly. during

the run up to christmas i shall

replace and back up.



meanwhile. plugged in the

piano plays.  classic fm.



i shall nip to currys after

lunch at maenan abbey.



sbm.
Christina Marie Dec 2020
A ****** latex glove.
The rhythmic breathing of a room full of machines
and the dim light glowing on white paper.

Is he your patient?
Well, I guess. But night shift is coming in soon.

We step out into the bright corridor.
You look at me – really look at me -
something grave in your eyes, a great expectation.

Thank you-
I interupt. Merry Christmas.
And something rising and falling and blooming and crumbling between us,
like his chest in that dim light.
A promise.
Akira Chinen May 2016
I swam in the ink of your words
And the verse and current
Pulled me quickly towards your heart
Then page after page I read
Every page cutting me deeper than the last
Such beautiful painful cuts
And I danced like a madman
To the unheard songs
In your beating heart
And I laughed in the down pour of your rain
And I saw the sunshine in the light of your soul
And I was happy
And I wandered close to your edge
And I could say I tripped or stumbled
But the truth is... I jumped
And smiled as I did
Foolishly and with no logic
Over the edge
Where I fell fast and deep
And mad
Through your darkness
And through your hopes
With your monsters
And your dreams
With your demons
And your wishes
With each and every
Part of you I fell
No shadow within you
Any less beautiful
As your purest light
Falling for all of you
Fallen for your
Everything
Loving!
And loving every moment
Savoring each breath
As it may be my last
Painfully sweet
Filling my lungs
Dreaming!
Dreaming like
A mad lunatic
Flying towards the sunset
In a paper plane
Waiting to sing and tell
The moon how
I've madly fallen
For you
Walking the horizon like a tightrope
Collecting stars all through
The night
Grabbing dreams from tomorrow
Pulling them to my heart today
Lost in the music
And melody and wonder
Twisting and turning
A maniac of magic
And madness
Dancing!
Dancing and laughing
And smiling and crying
And loving
Loving!
Loving every
Every
Everything
About you
And should silence fall
And interupt
I will always
Still be happily
Madly
Crazy
Lunatic
Absolutely
Incredibly
Perfectly
Foolishy
Ridiculously
Impossibly
In love
With you
Steve Page Jun 2020
Love is patient.
Love is .... slow.

Love doesn't hurry.
Love doesn't celebrate brevity,
it doesn't interupt,
it doesn't rush.
Love refrains from finishing
your sentence,
and never jumps
to the punchline.
And love loves
a long shared lunchtime.

Love is happy to hesitate.
Love slows the pace
for the slowest of us.
Love - always - waits,
always protects,
always - makes - space.

The greatest love is slow
patience.
Heard someone say the opposite of love is hurry.  Made me think.
Celestite Feb 2019
Am I really that much of a problem
am I tone deaf to the vain that I speak?
Do I really never listen, constantly interupt, and drenched so deep in selfishness that I wreak?
Am I really that much of an issue
no one is fighting when I am around.
Thats why this teepee of a bedroom is home
Because if I step out  don't know how to stop the sound.
Am I really that horrible to close to
no one rushes up to see me like sea does to sand.
And the worst part of it all is falling in love
because I could freeze and shatter their hearts with ust the single touch of my hand.
I wish being me didn't **** so much
and maybe I'm just better off dead.
Because no matter how oblivious I am to my bloodthirsty language
I'll still play the victim in my head.
Khoisan Jun 23
Bird and bee coffee
sunny side up do not interupt
play Eazey for me
#Inspiring songs
Lexie Jan 2018
They will catch you
Find you, and put you away
And you wouldn't of even -
Known they were looking for you
I mean sure as hell
You were lost, but only -
In your own mind of foolishness
So it is so inexplicably rude
For reality to interupt
Things were fine -
They are always fine
And of course by fine
I mean that they couldn't -
Possibly, be more wrong
But that isn't at all unusual
Some of us live in eternal chaos
Created by those -
Who live off of chaos
So I'm a high functioning dysfunctional
And you found me in a place
That doesn't even exist
To bring me to a place
That I should never ever be
Chidinma Jul 2020
It's that time of the day
when you pause and take a time out
to observe and gaze
to listen and hear out
for those sights and sounds
that gives the day its components

Now hear!
In the distance, the dogs interupt
the desired silence of the day with loud barks
the sound of babies' cries seeking for their mothers' attentions
pierces through the supposed quietness
the road shows off her burden of fleeting and speeding vehicles

I have thought of this scene of life when I was much younger
I saw how busy every adult seemed to be
I wondered if there were any special knowledge
they each had to acquire to go about the day's business
or if it was deposited equally in them all

Now, from where i sit
I bitter sweetly wave my youthfulness goodbye
It's beginning to dawn on me
that the knowledge that seemed to be common
among everyone wasn't just deposited
Painfully it was earned, learnt and hustled for
Finally figuring out that in the heat of each passing day
there's an extra knowledge and skill each person strives to gain
to put him or her at an advantage over the next person

Yes as difficult as it seems
I had to learn this truth the hard way
figured out I couldn't just hang in there in the midst of everyone
and desire to still standout
I had to press forward, push my way through the comforting hindrances of easy living
acquire something the next girl standing close to me didn't already have
and let life appreciate my existence
The transition into the world of independence could be quite a fit. Keep pushing
Ken Pepiton Jun 25
Excuses interupt a selfish impression.
Confessed heretic.
Professionally facing ghastly willpower,
initialized inculcated faith
to spark self will,

meditate that.

Well, now, old man
in a whole new economy, abusing
traditional terms of polite exchange, such
suffer less under tyrannies
of knowledge, closely held.

A republic, a public mind form used to regulate a we,
in grown up agreeableness to disagree with the idea
that kings and other divined leaders lead servants,
to follow, with due respect to the laws, any may read,
but those too given to comfortable versions, may watch

yes, see another, as one so familiar, I know
that character, yes, the idea so represented in minds
ready with full tank of recent conversation, defining
finity with ifity thanks begiven, definite fun allude allusive

slip into a textually correct fantacyzysy we make up,
as a painter paints a textured swath of inky wishery,
calligraphic hexable ideographs splash and swirl with
intensifying suction through a we tiny orifice
in interesting times.

For instance, what the Dicken's.
Was polite what the… Euphilitin.

I find the phrase less likely to envoke preprogrammed reactions.
*** and FTA ok,
There are minds, so broken, the makers of them, never reuse
the idea that formed the need to put on a certain kind's mind.
A torq around a loyal protoeuro menial's neck, that idea,

role play deluded ludicrous fun items famous for failure.
Dare dance a taker's chance, fun items insert a wicked twist,

and existence forms a thought, out of mind, an impossible but
thought,
none the less, possibly a fleeting maybeso, Nietsche and Jeffers,
sitting on my front porch, smile and admit they never saw it so.
A piece in another slog through philosophy of religions proven false by increasing knowledge resulting from magical mechanical servants of minds.

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