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"originators" poems
outer body mind sick off radio silence worry behind me embers of apathy dissipate across pavement at high speeds "the best of the plague years" drones on through headaches and sometimes this all still feels real. DIY the time of your life i've already given up twice. old anthems resonate between clenched teeth i just want to know where i can rest my head it's like i have to channel the old me just to get a wrong word in, senselessly spinning fabrications. blog-tag manifesto. cicada summer redux. we are the originators of resurgent treachery, and it's all seeping through the cracks at once. settling ourselves by circumventing sidestep hearts, old prestige fades as the evidence rests engraved on golden placards.
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
young artifacts
little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes you should crave for nothing more this will grant you happiness, this will offer peace There is no such thing as disappointment or discontentment, or displeasure, or dissatisfaction when you acquire only little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes When you desire only such things that are within arm’s reach or near-sighted view Nothing is a let-down It can all be done reasonably And stress will only be something you witness In the lives of others, others who crave more than little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes Poor romantics And visionaries And idealists Their days must be spent Thinking of all the ends they will never cross Fantasizing of all they long for... I warned them, I tried to help them “little Dreams, small Goals, and tiny Hopes!” Yet some did not listen Now look where they are, Witness what they have become Nothing less Than Great Dreamers,Enormous Achievers,and Vast Seekers Nothing less Than Creators, makers and originators Desiring, doing and obtaining Poor ones, who just won't stop Those who just could not listen To the advice from a little Dreamer They must be miserable…
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
little Dreamer
i hear you mother, i hear you father. but i cannot feel you father, but i hear you mother. vast echoes, calling one another. cacophony of voices, overlapping each other. drain drain, goes my pain. but when i hear your name, i feel vain. pained. my heart empty. people, i feel testy. whenever i hear, i remember, my originators, my creators, filling my silent vacators. i hate all of you.
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Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
i don't wanna hear it: my creators, my originators, i hate you all
Known to each other .. And seen each other.. Before the world had seen them And even their originators had seen to know them... !! Such is their bonding... For promised they have to each other While sharing the space of their mother's womb together .. To stand as strength  and support Firm as pillar to one another Not just in time of need But ...always and ever...!! No words require to be uttered For each to know other's mind A look into eyes and expression  on face Will do the rest...to the best !! For they are  twins... Bound with fondness for each other Walking hand on shoulders carefully In every step towards a future seen so infinitely bright .. ...!! Long live the brother sister duo With all the blessings of THE ALMIGHTY!!
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Twins..