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"socializing" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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At school I had trouble socializing, And still, The Owl, comes all too late? My formative years are spent deep within caves searching, Yet The Owl is never found there? The failures and sadness accumulate over time, Leaving The Owl traversing some other’s sky, I feel life slipping away each day, And still The Owl never manifests! Where is The Owl? Does it not come with time? Will cleverness induce her, perhaps woo her with rhyme? Quell restless mind, The Owl reforge me so I’m freed! Grant me your talons so that I may succeed! And still, The Owl, who never manifests, And still The Owl never manifests. I curl chalky fingers into travertine-grip, Aged ruin takes a hold, in my despair as I slip, Sans which The Owl never did manifest, To wit, sans The Owl, pounding sand as I jest, So what, The Owl, never did manifest? And still The Owl never manifests. Life without The Owl, was no life at all, No solemnity of greatness, a life of doltish pit-fall. And still The Owl never manifests. And still The Owl never manifests.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
Sans The Owl
I like being alone I love soletude But every once in awhile I get a feeling I think it's loneliness I don't like people I hate socializing But every once in awhile I get a desire I think it's for companionship I sometimes want a friend But I dunno I'm not great with people But maybe my answer is a person Then I won't have to be alone
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I don't wanna be alone
......was a freezing morning. no rooster woke me....i opened my eyes at first light of dawn, sipped hot coffee....my thoughts, recalling....traveling, with the swirling steam... turkey wasn't done yet, but, hours before, table was already set... while awaiting guests, I leant on the counter...my head, to rest, i looked outside the small window and was greeted by a full moon, aglow... there was so much food on the table...weariness was healed by laughter...conversations touched on weather, politics, food...they refused to end, glasses sparkled with bubbly wine....sliced meat was arranged on a big tray...baked sweet potato with caramel smelled, tasted good...broccoli rave was green and spicy...i didn't know potato salad could taste good without meat!....coffee and pies came next.....the dogs, communicated with their eyes and paws...socializing, too, like their masters, i saw what was left, after slicing the plump roasted fowl...a skeleton, still with thick strands of meat, and the  palatable stuffing made with onions and prunes. dishes were washed, kitchen was back in order, after showering....everyone rushed to their beds, yet, i had to peep out the window, one last time... the full moon, still was upon us...confirming its presence....a long time witness to the moments we celebrate........encouraging our moods, our thoughts.....our hearts.......even when it's not a thanksgiving night.. Sally Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan November 23, 2018
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
The Day After...
I feel the walls of my mentality breaking down. The defense mechanism has failed. My weakness has been found. Bombs bombard my frontal lobes. How much time do I have left? That's a question nobody knows. But the army of stress wages through. Setting fire and killing cells, torturing them as the army continues to move. My head throbs with pain, my legs join my arms in what feels like an earthquake; Heart pounds with tremendous force, my body is on a crash course. The room becomes an amusement park ride. While different moods pass me by. Day after day the symptoms increase. Today may be the day when I accept defeat. Socializing has become a thing of the past, all I have is panic attacks. Happiness has finally been lost. Without a map, and at what cost? Control center has been compromised. Here I am, I have met my demise.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Breakdown
It's the start of the school year and everyone's milling about socializing Water particles Milling about forming and breaking hydrogen bonds There's a group of new kids, awkwardly standing off to the side A large crystal of salt is dumped among the water Some of the old kids start milling over pulling new kids into their friend groups The water starts bonding with individual ions of salt positive with negative negative with positive pulling them away to form bonds Eventually all the new kids are incorporated into friend groups The lattice of salt is broken apart ... And all the individual ions are surrounded by new friends Known as H2O
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Disassociation (salt in water)
I'm not an alcoholic, I just like to drink alone. Thanks for the concern though. Why can't a girl get drunk alone at her place with that ugly word getting tossed around? I'm too broke to sustain an alcohol addiction anyway. Too prissy to pump myself full of cheap liquor. I'm a high society mess and only indulge myself on top shelf drinks and failed dreams. Thanks for the concern though. I'm twenty one. I'm young. I'm fun. And an introvert to the core of my being. Why can't I drink alone and watch ****** reality television without the threat of an intervention? People exhaust me. Wine delights me. People are evil. ***** is tasty. Society is corrupt. And tequila tastes like vacation. Good for you man, you've got it together. I don't. And I hate going out and socializing despite what my cheerful disposition might lead you to think. So let me drink And mind your own **** business.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
"Alcoholic"
I eyed you from across the room, Tim was yak-yakking about some drop D heavy metal band he was drumming in, But I was tired of socializing, I had only come to drink, yet I was overtaken by you. I'd seen you prettier, livelier. You looked so blue decked all in red, in your worn out fuck-me-shoes. I think my mouth was still agape, when your gaze turned my way. We both were locked. Getting headsick from the smoke, waiting for the flame to catch up. You'd never seen me so unkept. I hadn't shaved in a couple months, my hair was to my shoulders, and my body was drowing in wrinkled, secondhand, early 2000s high fashion. I walked over. Leaving Tim talking about fusing dubstep with his metal **** You were working at a bank, making three bucks more than minimum. You changed your major. Your relations got too public, so you're shooting for journalism. Haha me too, or something like that, is what I said. Your smile became parasitic to my clumsy words. You said we should hang out for old time's sake. "I won't take no for an answer." "I'm too sober for this." I walked off, grabbed the flask from Tim, spent the night strolling under streetlights, and hoping to have a revelation. But all I had was a dwindling buzz, and a divine gravity pulling me away from remaking the same mistakes.
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Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 12:33 PM UTC
Old Times Hitting on the Present
Running, painting, smoking, *** drinking, writing, reading, socializing... the fufillment these outlets give me are temporary. These dark thoughts within me are forever.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Escapism
To be perfectly honest this was one of the more difficult poems to string together for the sheer fear of possibly jinxing it, as there appears to be a pattern to every story involving a boy and me lately, which begins with the same overrated butterflies in the stomach sensation followed by a poem, sleepless nights, cigarettes, ***** and a tragic ending. So having reached the poem stage my instincts and the part of my brain receptive to pain are already bracing themselves, I can feel them clenching in my gut.   As this three nights stand situation burns the lines between a ***** call, friendship with benefits and something to the extent of a budding romance, my expectations are protesting against being so fiercely oppressed, frankly they are getting out of control, as the dislike of not wanting to be clingy, chivalry of not wanting to subdue to any labels nor the fear of yet another heartbreak itself, are no longer sufficient to keep these rising hopes in place. Ironically, when I think of you I think more of who I become when I'm with you, than actually you, even though I do sincerely adore you. Very much. I'm bemused by how comfortable I feel in my own skin, naked and burnished, next to your warm, ivory touch. Each time you trail your fingers down my body and take in a quick breath as if you were seeing me for the very first time, I treasure the look in your eyes for later in the week when the going gets tough. I idolize your rough, blistered, bleeding palms with all its calluses for they mirror my own much subtle bruises, representing our shared interest, commitment, strength and transformation. Your new found superpower to completely eradicate my necessity to socially smoke when socializing with you, speaks for itself really, and we haven't even got to the laughter, the banter, the top notch sarcasm, the conversation, the warmest embrace, breakfast ending in a ridiculously serious spectacle of coffee making, which I thoroughly enjoy from the best seat in the kitchen wearing your shirt which fits me far more perfectly, and the skip in my step as I head home. So when the day comes for the revolution, of my expectations, overthrowing this rather tiresome governance of fear, I just might pop the question, will you be my forever one night stand? , in the hope that you might just say yes...
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
My forever one night stand
To be perfectly honest this was one of the more difficult poems to string together for the sheer fear of possibly jinxing it, as there appears to be a pattern to every story involving a boy and me lately, which begins with the same overrated butterflies in the stomach sensation followed by a poem, sleepless nights, cigarettes, ***** and a tragic ending. So having reached the poem stage my instincts and the part of my brain receptive to pain are already bracing themselves, I can feel them clenching in my gut.   As this three nights stand situation burns the lines between a ***** call, friendship with benefits and something to the extent of a budding romance, my expectations are protesting against being so fiercely oppressed, frankly they are getting out of control, as the dislike of not wanting to be clingy, chivalry of not wanting to subdue to any labels nor the fear of yet another heartbreak itself, are no longer sufficient to keep these rising hopes in place. Ironically, when I think of you I think more of who I become when I'm with you, than actually you, even though I do sincerely adore you. Very much. I'm bemused by how comfortable I feel in my own skin, naked and burnished, next to your warm, ivory touch. Each time you trail your fingers down my body and take in a quick breath as if you were seeing me for the very first time, I treasure the look in your eyes for later in the week when the going gets tough. I idolize your rough, blistered, bleeding palms with all its calluses for they mirror my own much subtle bruises, representing our shared interest, commitment, strength and transformation. Your new found superpower to completely eradicate my necessity to socially smoke when socializing with you, speaks for itself really, and we haven't even got to the laughter, the banter, the top notch sarcasm, the conversation, the warmest embrace, breakfast ending in a ridiculously serious spectacle of coffee making, which I thoroughly enjoy from the best seat in the kitchen wearing your shirt which fits me far more perfectly, and the skip in my step as I head home. So when the day comes for the revolution, of my expectations, overthrowing this rather tiresome governance of fear, I just might pop the question, will you be my forever one night stand? , in the hope that you might just say yes...
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A firework Of brightest colours Dances slow Beneath the stars Torches and candles Iron braziers' light Glowing warm In blue midnight Gowns of silk Fineries of all kind Whirling in solemnity "A dance, do you mind?" A thousand miles from sorrow High society indeed La crème de la crème The very best of breed Extravagance never is Too extra for those ladies fair Gossiping girls, all of them "Oh, look, this lady's hair!..." Gentlemen bowing Talking with hushed voices Trading, socializing Polite merchants' noises "This daughter of mine, She might well catch your eye..." This just a market of brides n' grooms An exchange, !!one truth for a hundred lies!! Gossip girls and merchants noble Less n' less real knights and dames Nobility used to mean heroes, and protection But long extinct, those once bright flames The only light there, now, Comes from a stake pile in the debris Burning bright, but in truth all hollow This great bonfire of vanities
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Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
A Bonfire of Vanities
The wine plays tricks on young mortals On occasions bathed in pale sunlight Reason will be lost lost well before dawn The youth cannot rest Till only caveman instincts persist Do not try and hid, nor sleep The youth will scream you awake And the youth will give you drugs And the youth will drag you across town And shove you into basements, backseats, Dive bars, dorm rooms, and late night beaches With swimsuits strongly discouraged. And the youth will leave you be Only when the youth has burned you up Leaving you to the heap of a soul you have left The youth came last night To finish me off. They came with whiskey and women. And I succumbed to the temptation Of another blurred night.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC
The trouble with socializing every night
Depression, Depression the feeling of emptiness always a challenge to fill it with happiness. One of my favorite songwriters is Nick Drake his somber yet powerful lyrics about not be able to connect with people and depression really helped me in times of personal trouble. I was diagnosed very early on in my childhood with depression I started reading a lot listening to music looking outside my window watching the other children play knowing how I would not be able to connect socially. When my parents divorced I realized that my life began to go in a downward spiral then I discovered Nick Drake. I felt connected to him in some way as if I was a incarnation of him. When I listen to his music I feel the same sense of hopelessness the same feelings of isolation. At times I feel stronger for going through this permanent pain but then I think to myself what of my future. That question races though my mind it almost like its making me a restless ghost during those cold dark nights. Through my high school years I still felt the same isolation with people as when I was a child. But the big difference was that I didn’t place a big smile on my face when I knew everything was not alright. This time I expressed my feelings in a more mature and realistic way. I started to write a lot in my spare time I usually wrote a lot of isolated characters trying to find that source of happiness that would free them of their personal pains. Once I wrote a short story about a girl that I fell in love with being a huge fan of F.Scott Fitzgerald I described the main character as the girl all the boys want but can ever have. With a combination of Nick Drakes lyrical style and F Scott Fitzgerald’s plot structure I wrote a love story that defined my inner feelings that I couldn’t really express with verbal communication. Sometimes I believe when people socialize verbally it establishes a more meaningful connection but for me developing socializing socials wasn’t so verbal but it was with writing and listening to music where I developed a sense of identity that was a real morale booster to continue living life with the aspirations of success and personal happiness.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Personal letter to myself
Depression, Depression the feeling of emptiness always a challenge to fill it with happiness. One of my favorite songwriters is Nick Drake his somber yet powerful lyrics about not be able to connect with people and depression really helped me in times of personal trouble. I was diagnosed very early on in my childhood with depression I started reading a lot listening to music looking outside my window watching the other children play knowing how I would not be able to connect socially. When my parents divorced I realized that my life began to go in a downward spiral then I discovered Nick Drake. I felt connected to him in some way as if I was a incarnation of him. When I listen to his music I feel the same sense of hopelessness the same feelings of isolation. At times I feel stronger for going through this permanent pain but then I think to myself what of my future. That question races though my mind it almost like its making me a restless ghost during those cold dark nights. Through my high school years I still felt the same isolation with people as when I was a child. But the big difference was that I didn’t place a big smile on my face when I knew everything was not alright. This time I expressed my feelings in a more mature and realistic way. I started to write a lot in my spare time I usually wrote a lot of isolated characters trying to find that source of happiness that would free them of their personal pains. Once I wrote a short story about a girl that I fell in love with being a huge fan of F.Scott Fitzgerald I described the main character as the girl all the boys want but can ever have. With a combination of Nick Drakes lyrical style and F Scott Fitzgerald’s plot structure I wrote a love story that defined my inner feelings that I couldn’t really express with verbal communication. Sometimes I believe when people socialize verbally it establishes a more meaningful connection but for me developing socializing socials wasn’t so verbal but it was with writing and listening to music where I developed a sense of identity that was a real morale booster to continue living life with the aspirations of success and personal happiness.
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Boy it has been a while My has time flown Long time no see How have you been? Words of pleasantries Often heard too many times Often the source of stress What to say Should it be the truth or Should it be mixed in with lies Do these pleasantries really wish to hear an answer or Are they said just for something to be said Are they said as a form of greeting? How does one know when there is someone they can open up to? Pleasantries, Words that can take the joy out of socializing. Every social function, Every reunion, Long time no see How have you been Anything new? Boy has it been a while Since I have walked into a room where greetings aren't needed.
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Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 3:03 PM UTC
Long Time No See
We all take chances some more than others We all want what's bad for us candy, drugs, a lover(s) Why do opposites attract? Why must good always find bad? To help? To stop? To change? Why must we always want what we wish we had? Isn't it easier to take what is within our grasp? Would we stoop so low to get a free pass? Would a little hard work **** us all? We'd all rather just spend time and money at the mall Socializing, sitting on our ***** Why not go online and take a few classes Does it hurt to learn or try a little? I wish the world could be just a tad more civil
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
I'm still thinking(revamped)
She was so upset, while tears ran down her face. Her ugly crocodile tears socializing in the corner Of her Bambi blue eyes. Biting into whatever muscle feels most like guilt. My heart I think… but It still hasn’t thawed From months of her frigid shoulder and icy Glances. I can’t get past this instantaneously Because you decided I’m worth something in this second. Cant take that pain again you Are mentally mad, you said I was nothing. I’m sorry I keep thinking You must be on something, A bad trip, malice Seems like motive Alice, But I’m getting the fuuuuccckk Out of wonderland. I can’t stand you like this , no bye bye kiss **** it up baby girl, I know your strong Then you were just so big… Now you say your small But you Already crushed my world. You keep spewing words at me yapping, After this and that, pulling every trick from your hat, But I wont have it I’m Not going to be chasing no white rabbit. No need to create bad habits. You made me crazy I’m talking like jabber jabber-jabberwocky Seriously kid, you slay me.
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Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
Disney must have known me...
The moment you traveled back to me, I couldn't love you the same. I couldn't pick up, just where you left off, or even couldn't start it all over again. There wasn't any beginning or end to it. I couldn't move, it suffocated me. I couldn't care less, how she was holding you then. I couldn't find the same old you. And you weren't my treasure trove of tenderness anymore. I felt as if my love was temporary, maybe it was. You tell me it's all the same, the daisies you planted, the walls we painted, the smell of my hair, though its new red color glare. The night-light I bought, the candles you got. The books that you read, the ones I'd like to keep. And you still like to smell them in indeed. The places we navigated, the ones awaited. The moments we collected, the ones enlisted. you still hate socializing, and humans aren't my special liking. You're lactose intolerant, but love ice-creams. And for me, ice-creams are eminent. But lovers lie, don't they?
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
Lovers and lies.
I no longer possess the will nor train of thought to focus on education or socializing And whatever I manage to write has already been written by this hand in different variations but with the same emotional ailment Lethargy lies under my skin a blanket for my still blood I cannot shake it free or shrug it off I have to make an incision but I cannot make this decision because procrastination holds the scalpel and after it keenly sterilizes the blade and tends to the many precautions of this surgery, then inevitably becomes distracted by its other senses’ desires, my disease will have won
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
What is the cure for lethargy?
I keep words unspoken, Letters uncombined, A theme unwritten. I write words through moments, Creating memories, Leaving a past that lasts. I profusely give silence, To those whom try to convey, And now a loner in a glass fence. Allergic to socializing, I keep mine emotions from expressing, And I retain the evidence of longing. I keep my days short of being social, And keep peoples ****** lies distant, Not famous cause am always Local.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Recluse Hence...
Ive been sad for as long as i can remember, Ive been sad so long when i smile, laugh and joke people think ive gone wild. Ive been sad so long ive become accustom to choosing the sad song over the happy, staying alone rather then socializing, Keeping quite and dying inside, Ive been sad for so long, i lost hope for happy. Happy is a far off image painted by my friends and family that is false hope. Ive been sad for so long, happy seems like a myth, a story told around the campfire to distract you from the danger that surrounds you. And yet, dispite all the sad and blue emotions, i felt happy while with you.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Sad
I don't like talking. Sharing is uncomfortable Understanding is difficult. I like to be a l o n e It's not meant in offense to anyone Though I often end up offending when They make me talk Or I talk to myself. I don't really think Anything sentient is all that great Including myself... (Not that I think immobile things are fantastic. They are nothing.) Socializing is pressure When forced, I sometimes don't even feel like I'm really there Being in the same room as others Cause friction in my brain. Synapses explode The tiny unicorns that handle maintenance Get distracted Nothing good happens. I like to be alone But I hate small spaces. Therefore, my life is a compromise.
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
compromise
modern mixed race music monopoly polyrhythms maniacal impunity stricken race bearing gender bearing skin bare barely faking rarely taking face nothing insatiable emptiness a society worshipping a lost organism ******* rein to settle wars that fought because there is no end in sight reincarnation is a reality death requires hallucinations to exist you make it real by denouncing the lives of so many that you could not be here without their beautiful miraculous struggle to be free from your association of whiteness from the beginning we fight with this glory you hold so dear dear people please don’t let them take advantage of the fact that in imaginations of whiteness and race we were ***** for real and we will never kneel again there is no trust in this new beginning behind no longer in front of me standing with hands over hearts that flag down please help help! help us!! shooting bullets since the famous emancipation proclaimed just flares sent up into eternity do you hear us ! do you hear us?! Our words are reverse missionaries traveling past the corruption reverse engineering reverse socializing the numbness of genocide the paralyzed nature of toxic justification deemed apathy by cowardice
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
modern mixed race music monopoly polyrhythms oh my!
Nowadays, we all have everything Laptops, handphones, cameras, science, technology But what we don't use Is our own human body That God created Isn't that pitiful? A waste of time I just want to point out that we are all human kinds human beings who also need to socialize with others do other things talk with others play with others balance everything between your socializing, laptops, handphones, cameras, science, technology To those people who still think laptops, handphones, cameras, science, technology are the priorities in your life and you can't live without them then stop reading this. Thank You. Goodnight.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
Socialiaze
when it comes to Facebook i no longer like finding social media takes up to much of my time and in today's society how many peak in for a look at what their friends are doing making them feel they've kept in touch or how we Snapchat our activities and in seconds it is gone i ask can you picture that if not Instagram's not far off and if your in a hurry with the words you have to say in no time you can tweet it out then soon be on your way all this newfangled socializing is anti-social at its best never to deeply diving yet still wearing our masks please don't get me wrong social media does have its place it's just sometimes in this book we all wear a different face and no amount of liking can real time face to face be replaced
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
anti-social media