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A Happy Poem?It's weird.
Weird that I found myself alone of my own choosing,
but hated every second of it,
because I knew it meant leaving you.
Weird that this dull pain in the back of my heart lingered for so long,
and that it was a longing for you,
who I deserted.
Weird that now,
When I come to you with my tail between my legs,
and those sad eyes and those lines we've all heard before,
you've forgiven me.
And my heart leaped out of my chest,
And caught in my throat.
A second chance?
A shot to prove myself?
What a relief.
Bad tasteEverywhere I go has a bad taste to it now.
I try to drink from the waters of creativity,
but am met by bitterness and the salt of freshly shed tears.
Everything I eat tastes of ash.
I try to think of things that make me happy,
and I see you everywhere.
I've left a bad taste there for the two of us.
And it hurts,
but I can force myself through it.
I feel wrong making you go through it, too, though.
I wish...I wish that I could say I'm sorry,
but I know that it will only make you hurt more.
I wish I could give you back the piece of your heart
that you were kind enough to give to me,
but I was cold enough to toss aside.
I wish that I could make things better
for the both of us.
Because even as we've gone our separate ways,
I still hurt when I see you like this.
I wish that I could do more than give you time,
but time will have to be all.
I wish I could keep from messing up,
but I can only help by keeping my hands away.
Most Interesting ManI don't always think about you anymore,
but when I do, it still stings.
I don't always lie around and moan about how awful life is,
and how my life doesn't have any meaning,
but when I do,
I make sure that I'm not publicly humiliating anyone.
I may not be the most interesting man on earth,
but I wish I'd be able to get your attention long enough to be recognized.
I may not be unhappy with where I am,
but I sure as hell can bitch about a lot.
Feedback and Activity Messages are AwesomeFeedback and Activity messages are awesome.
Why don't I get any.
It makes me sad.
I don't post any deviations...
Moment of TruthIt's the moment of truth,
Where I come to terms with myself.
Have I been lying to myself all this time?
Or have I actually gotten better?
It's the moment of truth,
Where the last stitch will finally be made,
or where everything I've worked for will be torn up again.
It's the moment of truth,
Where I can learn to be a person again,
And we can learn to be people together.
It's the moment of truth,
Where we meet as entities other than each others' lovers.
And I'm scared.
But I'm ready for this.
It's the moment of truth,
Let's make the most of it.
Die Zerstoerung der WeltIch bin der Teufel. Ich habe die Anfänge dieser Welt erlebt. Ich habe gegen das Gute gekämpft und gewonnen.
Die Menschen haben es nicht gemerkt, aber ich war immer da. Ich habe über sie regiert. Ich habe ihre Gedanken vergiftet und ihr Handeln geleitet. Ich habe den freien Willen unterworfen. Ich habe das Chaos gegründet.
Ich habe diejenigen zur Einlenkung gebracht, die diese Erde schützen wollten. Ich habe sie mir gefügig gemacht.
Und doch war nicht ich es, der die Welt an den Rande des Abgrunds geführt hat. Ich habe nur die bereits vorhandene Veranlagung des Menschen mobilisiert. Ich habe ihn die Grenzen vergessen lassen. Den Rest hat er selbst verursacht.
Ich habe die Gier nach Geld der Vernunft vorangestellt. Ich habe das Gute, Rücksichtsvolle in den Menschen zerstört. Ich habe sie verdorben, doch zum Untergang haben sie sich selbst verurteilt. Ich bin mir keiner Schuld bewusst.
Ich habe ihre Umsicht deaktiviert, ausgeschaltet wie ein ne
Kamienie na szaniec. - Co by bylo gdyby?- Polska się stoczyła mruknął pod nosem Alek zaglądając w pusty kieliszek. - Baśka, wódka się skończyła! - krzyknął do swojej żony.
Dzień po dniu zatapiał swoje smutki w alkoholu, wspominając dobre czasy, gdy wszyscy mieli wspaniałe ideały, do których dążyli.
Jednak dzisiejszy dzień miał być troszkę inny. Oto dzwonek do drzwi rozbrzmiał w niewielkim domku. Stary, schorowany mężczyzna z gęstą siwą brodą od niechcenia zwlekł się z fotela, gdy żona go ponagliła. Klnąc pod nosem otworzył drzwi i popatrzył zdumiony na postać, która stanęła w drzwiach.
- Kopę lat, stary brachu! - wykrzyknął Rudy, próbując zamknąć starego przyjaciela w "misiowym" uścisku. Rudy był teraz drobnym staruszkiem z szarymi włosami stojący
Entry 4 30/7/13 The Adults (Male)The most prevalent characteristic of the male adults is the need to exert dominance on their surroundings; this trait results in the males exerting dominance over the easiest targets, the subjects. The males often perform petty acts of discipline with no apparent reason other than their need to be validated as a dominant figure. This may stem from their feelings of powerlessness in regards to their government and country.
It is to be noted that lightheartedness is a quality that is exhibited very rarely and by very few. The males treat the all subjects as if they are young children; this is due to their lack of trust in the specimens the cause of this is unknown but most likely stems from their own upbringing, in which they were most likely treated the same way.
The males have a remarkable sensitivity to negative or hostile stimulus. Their response to this kind of stimulus is to enter an aggravated state in which they exhibit severely decreased cognitive capability, acting irrationally
an abyss of people in deep spaceSome people like to say an adventure is defined by the journey. My father said that adventure is defined by the reward; the treasure that awaits under the chest from which you traveled a thousand and twice miles for. Others say an adventure is defined by love of bravery, the courage to see ahead of what is unknown. To me? An adventure is defined by the people you meet and bond with, who you lie with, who you lie to; an adventure is defined by not you, it was never defined by you in the first place, no. It’s defined by those around you.
an open door
When I was fourteen, freshman in high-school, we all had an exercise in each class. Each period, the teacher asked us our name, what we liked, and what we wanted to do when we grew up. I never really knew what I wanted to know. I still don’t kind of definitely know as a definitive career. During first period,
“My name is Carla Marsel. I like to read books. I want to be a lawyer.”
This is an easy story. After al
Entry 1 29/7/13 The Subjects (General) (Male)The most immediately noticeable aspect of these subjects is their willingness to induct the researcher into their social settings; this is most likely due to their overwhelmingly inquisitive nature as a whole. This nature seems to be a result of their comparably small frame of reference (when compared to subjects from western countries). Despite this, the subjects still form cliques when in large groups, often excluding the researcher, lest the researcher both physically and verbally inserts himself into a clique. There has been no observed overt negative response to this behavior, although if the researcher does not regularly participate in whatever discussion is taking place, the clique will close, physically and verbally. This is characterized by members of the clique shifting (either consciously or subconsciously in order to “wedge” the researcher away from the clique. It is to be noted however, that in already established cliques the mere physical presence of the subje
Old neverI was looking out the window,seeing the bright stars.i never seen them
Before.Mother would just let me go outside but for a very short time.
How I was a little girl but my mother would never let play with other children,
And I could not play the same toys like others do, Also I could not eat the same food
As father. In the morning I have to play violin which I don't like.
Is fun to play with but mother just what's her to leave me alone. My father gave me a horse
That was white for me to play and ride with, but mother wants me to use that horse when I'm
My mother found a husband for me when I was just seven.how young. I really dislike dresses
So I would rip them or just wear shorts. Me and my mother were not really alike. My husband
Hated those gay-colored sock but I just thought they were just to be silly.
Now I am 12
My life has changed a lot
Nine Days - Part 1/2 (Short Story)It was quiet. Quieter than it had been in days. I listened carefully for the sound of detonations in the distance. Nothing. My breath rattled in my parched throat as I cracked a dirt encrusted eye to peer at the empty water bottle still gripped by my bloody fingers. The memory of sucking out those last drops of sweet wetness resurfaced. When was that? Yesterday? The day before? I needed to move. From my prone position I can no longer feel the warmth of fresh blood; hopefully my wounds were only superficial. It was time.
My vision skewed as I pushed myself upright and onto my knees with a stifled groan. The gash on my leg broke open and began leaking hot blood onto my already soaked jeans. My scream of pain barely stays trapped behind my gritted teeth. A slant of sunlight from the far end of what used to be my lounge caught my attention as I got my breathing under control. Highlighting broken possessions and sharp edges it was the only illumination in what was left of the room. Come on
an abyss of people in deep space iino air, no structure
Viceroy-Minister Marsel. That was my title at this point. I had worked for a good while for the United States, moving from my home in Jacksonville to my other home of Washington. I had grown accustomed to a third home, however. Viceroy-Minister of Toronto, Carla Marsel.
It was a noble office; a calming cool brick-tower with glass windows and computer rooms surrounding my entrance. Toronto was a big city, no doubt, but work felt like a small town. I knew everyone and everyone knew the Viceroy-Minister. Between caricatures, my eye was always caught in the morning by Circ-Minister Peterson; he was an interesting person, to say the least. Minister Peterson was such a young man, maybe half my age, nearing nineteen, with short hair and thick spectacles so it would be of no surprise why his soft and seemingly athletic physique gave off such steam called ‘attention.’ He was gawky and his job was to Google whatever issue we may had but we paid him a high
Entry 11 12/8/13 Adult E (Female)Adult E exhibits hyperactive behaviour. Adult A often exhibits symptoms of severe stress in regards to all conflicts however minor. Adult E has exhibited severe mood swings, researcher tested to see if these mood swings can be controlled. When Adult E exhibited aggressive behaviour researcher inquired about her pets. Adult E immediately responded positively, a noticeable change in mood and demeanor took place. Adult E can be noted as one of the adults with above average interpersonal relations with the subjects, second only to adult B.
Adult E often treats the subjects as small children, employing idle threats as a means to keep the subjects under control. Adult E’s response to the death was typical of any female; Adult E immediately commenced crying and assumed incoherent speech patterns. Researcher tested Adult E’s vulnerability by inquiring if she desired a platonic physical embrace. Adult E accepted the inquiry and the embrace was noticeably long. Adult E can be quoted
In this life...Two bartenders were talking about some issues in life, and one seemed much more relaxed than the other. When he asked how he rested so easy with all of life's worries, the bartender replied:
"In this life, you've only got two things to worry about: are you healthy, or are you sick? If you're healthy, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're sick, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to live, or are you going to die? If you're gonna live, you've got nothing to worry about. If you're gonna die, you've only got two things to worry about: are you going to go to heaven or are you going to go to hell? If you go to heaven, you've got nothing to worry about. If you go to hell..."
"You've got two things to worry about?" groaned the other bartender.
"NO! If you go to hell, you'll be too busy shaking hands with all your goddamn friends to worry about anything! So let's drink and not worry!"
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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