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Sydney Dever Jul 2012
I heard that you’re single now,
That you lost the girl when you broke your vow,
I heard that you spoiled it all,
You can talk to me, but I won’t crawl.
 
Old friend, I know you’re not shy,
But it’s not like you to ask much about my life.
 
I hate to hang up on your call, unpersuaded,
but you had your chance, and I, I won’t be baited.
I just hope to see your face and how much it is jaded,
‘Cause for me, it’s all over.
 
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
 
You know how my heart cried,
Only yesterday I thought I had died,
But I wiped the tears and I clearly see,
He’s twice the man you wish you could be.
 
I hate to hang up on your call, unpersuaded,
but you had your chance, and I, I won’t be baited.
I just hope to see your face and how much it is jaded,
‘Cause for me, it’s all over.
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
 
Nothing compares to the way that he cares,
You love as much as your pride will allow,
Who would have guessed how much stronger I’d be now?
 
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
Colm Apr 2020
There is no dark side of a star
Only hydrogen and heat
Careening forward and beyond
The bitter cold of knowing

Unaware of the reality of fall
Unpersuaded by all
Afraid of nothing that has been
We are not falling stars, my friend

No we are not
Mitchell Dec 2017
I don't have much
Anymore
I don't
Care to

She told me
Nice and quiet
That's what
She wanted

That's not
Or what I'll ever
Be.

There is
Something wrong
With me.

Something
Permanately
Dissatisfied.

And yet,
I'm apart of nothing.
Seen as nothing.
Pushing nothing.
Producing nothing.

There is something
Wrong
With me and something
Right with me

Where support
Is needed
To support
The support
I need to do
What I need
To do.

Does that make sense?

Here I press for me
For' I press and I live
And I crunch and I buy
And I spend and I bend
And I curse and I drink
And I sleep and I am chilled
For no one

I do not want me.

How do I rid myself
Of myself
So I can see the world
Void of ego?

Void of perception?

Void of weight?

Void of past?

I no longer want to try anymore
To be my best self, but
A
Vehicle for something
Unpersuaded, yet,

Un-restrained.

I don't want to believe in money anymore.
I don't want to believe in you.
I don't want to believe in loving anymore.
I don't want to believe in you.

Once I start believing in you,
I have to start believing in me,
And once that starts, well,
We just start,

Right back where we started.
“The point of presumption is that human beings constructed as human beings are constructed could so interact with God as to be persuaded by the countenance of the deity when they were left unpersuaded by the evidence of his handiwork. That's a remarkable presumption. Much more reasonable it seems to me is those who cannot see the handiwork will not be able to see the countenance either. There's a limitation, a kind of aspect blindness at work. Not everyone appreciates Mozart. That's just a fact.” — Dr. David Berlinski
Dal90 Feb 2021
I would do anything to lift the gloom
Then maybe you could find the strength to leave your room
To see everything that’s worthwhile
From the admiration of your closest friends
To the mischievous smile of your only child
I’d honestly much rather go blind than watch you carry on in so much pain
With merciless intensity it deserves it’s only special name
Afterall, you once craved being the centre of attention
Back when you had unbounded energy and so much love to give
But now you appear to be scared of your own shadow
Let alone think of any positives to fight your way through and live
Maybe if you could stop and take a breath
Then you wouldn’t get so upset?
However the look on your face suggest I should mind my own business
But it’s so hard to keep my nose out as a decade long witness
To the manic way you like to operate
So come on, what happened?
Now you’re the kind of person who takes breaks from watching Netflix on your tablet
Only to replace it by sticking your face up against your laptop
Not due to any pressing engagements
But because you’re afraid of spending time alone with your thoughts
You say they’re too intelligent for you
In that self-deprecating style you’ve become accustomed to
Confessing they always find a way to twist and turn your conscious into knots
I suppose that explains your new found addiction to psilocybin
It’s plain cruel
Just how much fun your mind has playing tricks on you
All for the sadistic joy of seeing you cry as you succumb to the unrelenting pressure of grief
I’m actually surprised it still allows you to recognise me
If only for a fleeting moment before you’re overcome with uncertainty
That’s the moment where I can’t help but fall to bits
Realising we’re far removed from those halcyon days where we’d only reminisce
I know it’s hard
Especially when your inner monologue starts to dishearten
But I need you to do me a favour and try to take your medicine
Because I think it’s your last shot of achieving some much needed pain relief
Although, it’s clear you remain unpersuaded
You’re not even trying to hide it
The rings that surround your eyes have inconceivably darkened
And the stare you’re given me is nothing short of terrifying
Like you’re getting lost in another one of your frequent hallucinations
Where the spirit inside transcends into another outer body experience
All in a mish mash of broken contradictions
So it’s no wonder you come across heavily jaded
Ever since you became overwhelmed by the crippling sense of vacuity
But just like the task at hand you feel totally incapable of passing life’s grand test
That’s why you feel the need to self-sabotage on purpose
Something you’re quite good actually
So good, I’d call you the queen of casuistry
I just need you to know I’m not here acting from a position that’s self-seeking
I would do it all for you, I would do anything
If I got a transplanted liver I'd want a good one: big, meaty, delicious with fried onions & able to handle a bellyful of wood alcohol like it were ginger ale. My new liver would be powerfully resilient; the kind of liver that don't take NO for an answer; a liver that kicks ***; a liver two times better than the liver Evel Knievel got & one a million times more ******-resistant than the liver they crammed into MacKenzie Phillips-daughter-*******-pervert John Phillips!

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“The point of presumption is that human beings constructed as human beings are constructed could so interact with God as to be persuaded by the countenance of the deity when they were left unpersuaded by the evidence of his handiwork. That's a remarkable presumption. Much more reasonable it seems to me is those who cannot see the handiwork will not be able to see the countenance either. There's a limitation, a kind of aspect blindness at work. Not everyone appreciates Mozart. That's just a fact.” — Dr. David Berlinski

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