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Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk. Consider man, who may well become extinct Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
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A Caution To Everybody
Thanks arshi for being such a nice friend to me A friend that I have never thinked of, When I was really alone, you were there to me, Without knowing me more,. she brings out the best in this time , She’s not merely a girl she’s a princess of mine; A prosperous girl with a big heart, And with not a bit of ostentation in her. I am lucky to have a friend like you God wish u got that height in few. I’ll always be their at your back, Our friendship will never be in lack. I really don’t know weather I deserve to be your friend or not, But I’ll try to be the best, at any cost. My wishes and blessings are always their for you You know I don’t wanna let you go; But I know this biggest opportunity deserves first to woo; So, keep on smiling and go with smile, Whenever you need me, I’ll be their in a while; Remember! Youre not away so far of mile…… Love you ARSHI
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
My Soul Sister
A TRIBUTE TO MY UNIQUE MOM I would love to tell you, About my unique mother, Not SHE but HE is my true from other, Yes! HE, i accidently met him in my school, i so underestimated his love, i was fool. He loves me , He cares for me, He tries for me, he cries for me, He teachs in the amazing easiest form That I never ever thinked of , I learn that things so easily , That sometimes I feels if I had wings to off, He helped me out whenever His help I sought, He apologies even on my faults. A unique mom with  pure soul Yes he treats me like a baby doll For the soul with unselfishness thoughts I got everything he brought, i kissed him on his cheeks that feel i never felt before, he grabbed my waist and left me with that seek, His flawless love for me  as his child, With the the pure heart and love so mild, His hands on my head at night makes me sleep with love so devine, He don’t only calls me his bachhaa in miss I actually feels that when he use to kiss, That’s the only sure affection I think its bliss… second time we met in a restro, he bought a ring after thinking a lot, i accepted that ring and gave him my everything once, I suddenly hug him so tightly That my head takes place In his chest so nicely. Yes he’s my love too But before that he have to love me so,’. He didn’t get irritated with me , As a mother never use to be. His hug gives me the whole rest, Yes! for me his hands are best, With the perfect sleep it fills There is no need me to take any pills. My real mumma even don’t care of my crust, But my mumma don’t take his meal Without me to have it first, My real mummma don’t even know When I cry, And mumma! he feels my breathing so high, He knows how to control my fast breath, In a seconds he use to vanish it. Hes arms takes me to the heaven, But the only heaven I want , because Not that one the god had given. Please god let me live with this flaw, I don’t wanna leave and cant even go! i love you pratik
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
TRIBUTE TO MY UNIQUE MOM!
A TRIBUTE TO MY UNIQUE MOM I would love to tell you, About my unique mother, Not SHE but HE is my true from other, Yes! HE, i accidently met him in my school, i so underestimated his love, i was fool. He loves me , He cares for me, He tries for me, he cries for me, He teachs in the amazing easiest form That I never ever thinked of , I learn that things so easily , That sometimes I feels if I had wings to off, He helped me out whenever His help I sought, He apologies even on my faults. A unique mom with  pure soul Yes he treats me like a baby doll For the soul with unselfishness thoughts I got everything he brought, i kissed him on his cheeks that feel i never felt before, he grabbed my waist and left me with that seek, His flawless love for me  as his child, With the the pure heart and love so mild, His hands on my head at night makes me sleep with love so devine, He don’t only calls me his bachhaa in miss I actually feels that when he use to kiss, That’s the only sure affection I think its bliss… second time we met in a restro, he bought a ring after thinking a lot, i accepted that ring and gave him my everything once, I suddenly hug him so tightly That my head takes place In his chest so nicely. Yes he’s my love too But before that he have to love me so,’. He didn’t get irritated with me , As a mother never use to be. His hug gives me the whole rest, Yes! for me his hands are best, With the perfect sleep it fills There is no need me to take any pills. My real mumma even don’t care of my crust, But my mumma don’t take his meal Without me to have it first, My real mummma don’t even know When I cry, And mumma! he feels my breathing so high, He knows how to control my fast breath, In a seconds he use to vanish it. Hes arms takes me to the heaven, But the only heaven I want , because Not that one the god had given. Please god let me live with this flaw, I don’t wanna leave and cant even go! i love you pratik
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She fell in love for the first time, With the guy who shared her mother-tongue, She felt every emotion towards him, The way the leads of the Romantic movies felt, She got lost in his conversations, Over thinked everything, She got up, thinking of him, Slept, dreaming about him. Her fragile heart cracked, When her best friend confessed to liking him, The friend who made a card for valentines, While she forgot, lost in her thoughts, Her best friend, who had a the courage to, Confess her feelings to his face, Holding out the card hopefully, While she stood rooted, broken. She felt her heart break for the first time, Just like the female lead did, When he accepted her best friends card, And kissed her cheek with a toothy grin, All while they were happy and she was sad, As if nothing happened, she gave a smile, Joining into the group.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Love and Heartbreaks
I had thought that I wanted a mug, so I sought an adventure and dug! "I'm just digging materials..." I shrugged: "I'm just wanting enough to be chugged!" But instead what I found was a Bowl, from a 20th century ghoul. On its side was inscripted in gold: OH BEWARE I WAS CURSED AND THEN SOLD! So I thought and I thinked and I thank, and I brought my new thing to the bank! But before I could speak I was yanked— I had fallen but It had me tanked! In a daze I was scrambling to piece, all the shards that had broke, as the peace, and to fix it all back in the leasts, so that we don't all turn into beasts!
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Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 2:23 PM UTC
The Cursed Bowl
hard work dedication all the same the devil put his hand on me now im insane i have no friends i dont even want any because friends stand for forever remaining indeeded endless nagging demon snakes i use to have a family but their all gone now i wonder what happen some say they left town but i thinked the died because only i know the demon that lives inside only me no one else you cant make peace with a snake its self i dont dream but when i do i see the other side of me it takes over i try not weep, why you ask because i cry no ordinary tears i cry drops of blood the type of blood that is not fully bright but very dark red because i know who i am and im not me but im him and a part of me still lives but it suffers, everyday i pray,and ,pray,and why does it have to be this way? AND YOUR GOD SAID TO ME GO TO HELL WHY DO YOU BOW TO ME I HAVE NO RULE OVER SHAME ON YOU TWO YOU ARE THE DEVILS CHILD NOW FLEE HOW DARE YOU TRY TO BOW TO ME!!! now i know and understand thats why im standing by my old man HOW DARE GOD TRY TO PUT SHAME ON ME I KNOW WHAT I AM SO THATS WHAT IM GOING TO BE MY NAME IS DARE SHAME DEVIL I AM THE DEVILS CHILD SEE HOW YOUR SO CALLED GOD MADE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...........
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
The demon inside me....
I wonder: Do the empty places, the ones where we once stood- do they miss us? Do the void and vacant hollows weep to feel only air Where once our warmth kept full and fair? Do they miss the blood that once floated in their space, Wild on a ride through little tubules? Do they lament themselves, so alone without cloth and flesh? Do they think back to every thought that we once thinked? Recalling fondly our aspirations and fragile machinations, Our likes and loves, our dreary distrust, All the rainbow and myriad of how's and why's That race around behind our eyes? No, I think that space is fine With all the bliss of empty time. People come and people go, Space just is. Space won't know. -c. c. Condry
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Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
The Empty Places
Loves like grammar. Everybody commits mistkes. Mistakes that's too common to commit, Yet everyone else still doing it. Using its instead of it's, Is doubting instead to trusting. Using the incorrect world, Its like misinterpreting love for lust. Mistake with subject-verb agreements, As same as loving only one of them rather then loving both of them. Errors on punctuation marks, Learning to stop and let go. Learning to pick: the, right, choice Learning to continue; even if you want to end it Learning to rest for awhile... but finish what you started Lastlyweneedtolearntogivespaceforeachother. And prevented mistakes with tenses. Most of the time we thinked that we still "have" something we "had", And so, we have to erase "was" and replaces it with "will" It's all connected, A perfect sentence needs to be faultless, So is love;
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Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
grmmr
Nietz sche: the warrior with the heart of a girl. According to Will Durant, odd intel-informs this POV of the channel, deep 'neath this stream, slow Sunday morning flow into a pond to wait, awhile, yet and we shall see geni-us grow kind of a blob of peace, a scab to dam the loss, "the life is in the blood" "your brother's blood cries out... how long?" Study war for fifty years, learn one lesson last. abso unique ununununun I suffer this to be so, now, how else might this be if may were your word, now, whodat? eh, we bein' odd, now, are we even? Only you would know, but only if I allow. You must shine for me to see your light. Mightn't I reflect the glow, whereby you see, through words to the mean ing ing ing first the thing, then the name, knowing the name is not samesame knowing first the thinked thing, then the name by which you may know what I mean, after a period of complete ion depletion batter batter batter upery upery up and the magic pen flows once more, once more, past the sluggish mediocrity settled into quiet peacefully beyond the maddened crowd. --- The mad Nietzsche, gone to Dionysus, --- left a dangerous, laborious trail to peace and quiet, --- "Lisbeth, why do you cry, are we not happy"
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Listening to Durant tell of Nietzche
The Book had bones. Belied by Time’s vendetta with Vellum. I had finished. And all the revels in It - Seeped from an Unwell Spring where Winter’s Wound would always keep the Venom A Keepsake in remembrance of an Inner Child as Precocious as a swarm of Locusts… wherever tomes were broken at the spine… He focused. Felt the Leather like a Priest - Recently released from draconian vows His chastity would have long despised… If his Innocence had only known the Eve of his Destruction as only an Inner Man recalls. But Hallowed were the halls. Despite the Gravity so rare a thing as wisdom brings - He Levitates as every chapter churned the milk that fattened a golden calf Into butter enough for Loaves of Zero. Plus one. and a crust of Yes. At the Rubicon, a step was taken into a Wilderness of No Return Where the Natives had no word for Exile. And a Child was A Curious Thing To the Death. II The Book had bones. And I know because I found them in the margins While turning the last page in a reverential stupor… More words! And I found them - ! Fluent in AfterThought As I read them like stroking a panther. And I Quote…… " you think and thus you speak whatever Thinking thinks To Think a lot. And Speaking - speaks what Thinking spoke of speaking after Thinking Thoughts. So - Thoughts are Thunk. And Thinks are Thinked and all the Speaks have Spoke.  " and now begins The  Cramp of Legend for my anonymous hand ! Oh joy ! my pharmacist will be Kip with The Beard. Because Akiko in a Lab Coat is more than I deserve or something... Ever felt like that? Oh God! I hope she didn't Quit !
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
YOU THINK, AND THUS YOU SPEAK
The Book had bones. Belied by Time’s vendetta with Vellum. I had finished. And all the revels in It - Seeped from an Unwell Spring where Winter’s Wound would always keep the Venom A Keepsake in remembrance of an Inner Child as Precocious as a swarm of Locusts… wherever tomes were broken at the spine… He focused. Felt the Leather like a Priest - Recently released from draconian vows His chastity would have long despised… If his Innocence had only known the Eve of his Destruction as only an Inner Man recalls. But Hallowed were the halls. Despite the Gravity so rare a thing as wisdom brings - He Levitates as every chapter churned the milk that fattened a golden calf Into butter enough for Loaves of Zero. Plus one. and a crust of Yes. At the Rubicon, a step was taken into a Wilderness of No Return Where the Natives had no word for Exile. And a Child was A Curious Thing To the Death. II The Book had bones. And I know because I found them in the margins While turning the last page in a reverential stupor… More words! And I found them - ! Fluent in AfterThought As I read them like stroking a panther. And I Quote…… " you think and thus you speak whatever Thinking thinks To Think a lot. And Speaking - speaks what Thinking spoke of speaking after Thinking Thoughts. So - Thoughts are Thunk. And Thinks are Thinked and all the Speaks have Spoke.  " and now begins The  Cramp of Legend for my anonymous hand ! Oh joy ! my pharmacist will be Kip with The Beard. Because Akiko in a Lab Coat is more than I deserve or something... Ever felt like that? Oh God! I hope she didn't Quit !
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