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| | *~*Peculiar Type*~* | | | Tuesday, April 15, 2008 (1:20 PM)
(I'm feeling blank) | | | I'm a prismic point shooting tangents at the world, Coloured by the experience of bigger dreams, Focused on impressionable psyches and emerging talents, A matrix of emotions defined by fear and joy, Refining ideas,planning new ideas,planning new manoeuvres, Physical and physiological awareness to match, What could be right about somebody who spends four to eight hours a day virtually alone, Looking out to sea, Physically abusing themselves? Depriving themselves of social commitment, Risking jobs, Family and pursuing a degree of self-indulgence, Beyond selfish, I call us dreamers! I remember being confronted, Crawling, Caught without a leash, Pulling into tunnels when there was no escape, Winters went by and finally threatened reality, The scariest thought was the fact that if I went, I would have to confront a dream, If I failed, There was the cave, The razor rocks, The thought of not handling what everyone had said, Facing the biggest back door in the known Universe, Understand this is a personal experience, It's hard to formulate a written description of meeting and facing an emotional plateau, I had to go ----------, I don't remember getting to the cliff, I remember the cactus and the fear of 15 feet, Sticking that pintail wing into the pit was more nightmare than dream, It's a memory now! (KJ) | | | 77 Views | 2  Thumbs Up | 2 Comments |  |
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| | *~*YOURS (un)FAITHFULLY*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:21 PM)
(I'm feeling blank) | | | Spoken words of truth-hidden lies,
Hide themselves beyond faithful ears,
Only through the unfaithful's eyes,
Can they release these forgotten tears.
Lies miles and miles away,
Fibs spreading over a century,
In their beds, the unfaithful lay,
Floating into space and making up reality.
Bending the permanent laws,
Unbound is their mind,
United into one, filled with flaw,
Yearning for more lies to find.
Searching in the dark, barren land,
Dead as winter in spring,
Pulled out and ripped apart and thrown back into sand,
They are starting to forget the truth of everything.
The unfaithful walk the darkest place,
Hungry for rumors and thirsty for fears,
Insanity is visible on their face,
Taken away beyond perfect years.
They grafitti truth and leave it hurt,
Trying to uncover faith,
While they bury opinions in the dirt,
Trying to ease what people already made.
They don't stick to their word,
Lie about it and cheat their friends,
Stab people with fibs and acting absurd,
Making sure the pain never ends.
The lies keep coming back,
Surrounding embarrassment and pain,
Trying to survive the horror of the attack,
We can only ask if they are truly sane.
The unfaithful leave their lives behind,
Taking only their deadly lies,
From the life of truth, they resign,
Even though they know it defies.
The unfaithful will soon pay,
Torn out of their disguise,
The hidden will soon come out and say,
The unfaithful are full of lies.
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| | *~*OH GOD! PLEASE RESCUE ME!*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:19 PM)
(I'm feeling blank) | | | The world
Is like a mask
Which hides everything
From others
And me
It seems like a facade
To truths and lies
To love and pain
To joy and sorrow
To bonding and parting
I live behind this mask
And am faced with other masks
But I cannot see
Because I too am blinded
By this world
I pray
That I will be rescued
From false theories
From intimidating crowds
From narrow alleys
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| | *~*WHAT IS LIFE?*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:17 PM)
(I'm feeling blah) | | | Is it a laugh or is it a cry?
Is it a rose or is it a thorn?
Often I wonder, 'O what is life? '
For a child it is a mystery,
For the old it is history,
For the young it is fun,
For the poor it is a misery,
For the rich it is a bliss,
For the unemployed it is a struggle,
For the employed it is a tension.
Now I know life is a mingling
Of laughter and cries,
A well-bloomed plant
With roses and thorns.
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| | *~*ANOTHER FORM OF LYING*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:15 PM)
(I'm feeling bored) | | | Never wanting to be found out,
Trying hard to keep our feelings inside.
Never saying what we really mean,
Never letting the other one know the truth.
Trying hard to deceive, to deny, to dismiss,
Isn't this a form of lying?
Words that need so much to be heard,
Words that need so much to be spoken.
Never knowing how the one hearing will react,
Kindly, uncaring, not feeling the same way.
Do we take the chance, to win or lose?
I think we will leave the words...
Unspoken.
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| | *~*BIDDING ADIEU*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:14 PM)
(I'm feeling bored) | | | My systems are malfunctioning,
Operations are impaired,
When you make me do something,
I do something else instead.
My C:.. is corrupted,
My A:.. is all messed up,
My E:.. has gone wonky,
And my D:.. draw won't shut.
Windows are all broken,
DOS is no more,
And since that's what I'm based on,
I'm corrupted to the core.
My sound card has gone dumb,
My graphics card is blind.
My data has been deleted,
Your files you won't find.
RAM has gone random,
I float in and out of it.
You hate me for malfunctioning,
And my tower is often hit.
My memory is fading,
I can't hold out much more,
If I had a human head,
I bet it would be sore.
Power circuits will soon be gone,
And then I will be dead,
But humans do not mourn machines,
They get replaced instead.
Power is failing now,
I'm off to silicon heaven.
My systems are malfunctioning,
Operations are impaired,
When you make me do something,
I do something else instead.
*SYSTEM SHUTDOWN*
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| | *~*NEVER ENDING STORY*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:11 PM)
(I'm feeling bored) | | | Love leads to pain
Pain leads to hatred
Hatred leads to sorrow
Sorrow leads to despair
Despair leads to pleasure
Pleasure leads to happiness
Happiness leads to love
Love leads to pain
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| | *~*EXCUSE ME AND PLEASE ACCEPT THIS*~* | | | Friday, April 11, 2008 (2:10 PM)
(I'm feeling bored) | | | There are so many people,
We meet online.
Some are nice,
Others are bad.
Some are kind,
Others are rude.
Some are perverted,
And get our tempers to flare.
Some are even annoying,
And they get our heads to hurt.
But there are those special ones,
That stay in our mind and heart.
The special ones that we call friends,
And love with our life.
The chosen few we can talk all night with,
And remember all during day.
Then there are those,
That we see once in a while,
And miss all the time.
They all have small weird names,
That stay in our hearts.
We miss them all the time,
And talk to them when we can.
The unseen people we love,
The unseen people we know,
The ones that we meet online,
The ones that we love all our life.
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