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Stagnant living.The repetition drones on, Forever repeating itself into carbon copy days.
An ironic redundancy reiterating the already known, the already shown.
Each day lived again, though with less living than each before.
Each day comes with a known and expected outcome.
I know this having already seen the reruns.
This movie, this record is broken and stuck on repeat,
Stuck on repeat,
Stuck on repeat.
Each day feeling incomplete.
Forever substantial but never concrete.
I am ready for the defeat.
Though not my own as I stand on these feet.
I stand strong as I find my bearings,
Removing the eyes of disillusion that I've been wearing.
By my will I am compelled to step, to gain momentum.
In this world of stagnantly static living,
I find myself moving again.
For I am no prisoner, no slave,
No longer mindless, once again brave.
These birds around my neck pull tight like a noose,
Anxiously I wait to cut them both loose.
To break free of this grave constructed by water, steel and time.
Pulled forth by the
Musical bliss...Like a fisherman, with your hooks in my ears. I follow your pull. I know not where it leads, nor do I care. The lure of it all, so enticing, so surreal. A better world will you lead me to. A world of weightlessness, a world of beauty and contentment. The orchestrated joy, the perfectly arranged happiness; I want nothing other than to remain in such a place for my remaining existence. For the finite number of days I have, I want them spent well. For each passing second I waste, for only a set amount have I ever carried, not being in such a world is a waste and nothing more.
Divine in its creation, but humble and accessible to all. Some will never know of this world, many will take it for granted and the few will know and experience its entirety...
The LightThe tiny light, such a minuscule glow off in the distance, it finds faith in every shadow, in every corner or its world. The darkness gives it a purpose, forever moving, forever filling those places once cold and dull with warmth and vibrancy. It carries hope with its light as it moves. It brings a sense of happiness to places once void of such...
...As time moves on, so too will the light. Every shadow returns, the darkness seeks its natural and preferred home. The hope, the warmth, the life will all move on with the glow. The darkness and sense of isolation replaces it with far greater impact than before. Forever in memories will the now lost light remain, as will the memories of what once was. When concentration on memories inevitably switches to realization of the present, only regret, pain, loss and darkness will be left....
...Once my light, once my warmth, once my hope you too have moved on. While moving on I will continue to do, I still don't want to experience loss again. No l
LostI no longer hold the map, the path has grown over and the stars are misaligned.
The trees all new, the road behind is gone and I can no longer see the signs.
Nothing remarkable, nothing to notice, the darkness leaks in.
As the light escapes, so too do the tears from the hold of my eyes.
The silence is powerful, for it penetrates deeper than any noise could.
The feeling of being separated is worsened by being surrounded by so much.
A chance to return or even to escape it all holds my hopes daily.
A watch here matters not, due to time nearly standing still.
A pause which is further lengthened by the knowledge of what remains.
When words become useless and music evokes nothing, and when thoughts do little
It is fear that initiates its coup. Despair flanks flawlessly. There is no defense, no hope to resist.
The battle is lost, as I am as well.
ConversationHow many hours have been spent just having conversations?
Too few, to be sure, yet already too many to count.
Entire days of exchange, so many hours flown by.
Never a minute of it wasted, even in the pauses we spoke.
Despite our connection, our wonderful cohesion,
Disagreements still occurred and frustrations still felt,
Although forgiveness was never far behind.
For you are my muse, my inspiration,
and you'll forever hold a place both in my heart and in my mind.
Of all that I've tried to connect with,
You, for certain, have been the easiest and most challenging all at once.
NullA challenge, A struggle,
Too much for this mind.
A constant devotion,
No time to unwind.
No time to reflect, No time to create,
No more hope or dreams of success to deflate.
Entirely hopeless, Completely Lost.
This employment brings money, but at what real cost.
A laymen among scholars, a peasant among kings.
A dull lusterless accessory among solid gold rings.
My efforts mean little, a percentage of a percent.
Yet this drive I'll continue, despite being spent.
Every single day, all effort applied,
Yet in this constant cycle, all progress denied.
Trial and error, with far more of the latter,
Trying with all when it seems not to matter.
A lesson to be taught, with knowledge to gain,
Daily fights with this info only carry in pain.
Stupidity is felt and known to be mine,
All others putting forth, all pulling through fine.
An amazing opportunity, for those who deserve it,
While perhaps not an idiot, Here I truly don't fit.
TnM Casada a la fuerzaMe levante como todas las mañanas mi madre gritaba desde la cocina que se me haría tarde para ir al club
Isabela: Marie levántate que se te hace tarde y no podrás desayunar- volvió a gritar
Marie: en un momento bajo- grite desde el baño
Bueno déjenme presentarme soy Marie Elizabeth Flynn Gracia-Shapiro, mi padre es uno de los grandes inventores, mientras que mi madre se encarga de la casa y de mi educación que termino hace aproximadamente dos año desde ese tiempo mi madre me hace ser voluntaria en el club, ya que ella dice que haci puedo socializar un poco más ya que no se me da muy bien lo de hacer amigos mis únicos amigos son Jazz y Xavier ellos fueron mis amigos desde hace años aunque claro también Fred fue mi hermano pero bueno no tengo que pensar en eso ahorita.
Baje como todos los días a desayunar junto con mis padres, mi mama se encontraba en la cocina terminando de preparar el desayuno, mientras que mi padre
On my OwnIt gets a little lonely
Having no one to talk to
No one close to me
I miss you
Have I ever told you
How much you mean to me?
I wouldn’t know what to do
If you weren’t here to guide me
Born to everyone’s glee
That day, it was just lyrical
Of course, I wasn’t around to see
But I won’t deny it was a miracle
Unspoiled, innocent, and kind
Thoughtful, loving and faithful
Someone like you is so hard to find
Yes my dear, you are an angel
No one else has that charm
That glow in your eyes, that spirit,
That voice, which sets me off in alarm
Every time I hear it.
Those men who threw you away
Lost their one chance to be lucky
They’ll regret it someday
You’re sweeter than honey
And so I hope to see you again
When our skies are clear
With patience, I’ll wait ‘till then
Just know, I’ll always hold you dear.
Come to me, sweet everlasting love, come to me. I've been lusting your appearance, I've been wanting your presence and adoring your existence. Oh sweet love, fair as a flower would ever be, delicate as silk, sweet like jasmine, gorgeous like the dawn of the day. You rise with such grace it makes my heart lose it's pace. Oh sweet love, like Shakespeare had once said 'With any other name, just as sweet'. Oh sweet crazed love, won't you come to me? Won't you please me? Have I not adored you enough? Have I not worshiped the ground you walk on enough? Do I need to kneel on my knees for you to see how much I love thee?. Sweet, sweet mad love, and even so, that you have left ,we are still not very far away. Our existences tangled in the mess that is the creation so called 'time'. We are one, my love, but I ache for more. I desire you and only you, and if death would be the judge of our love then the trial as fallen, for I have fallen. Fell the ground and hit the doorway. Meet me at the entran
I don't need your love. (Poem)I don't need your love.
I should have been lethally heartbroken,
I should have killed my love for you
I should have slowly died.
I choose to love you even more!
I don't need your passionated love.
I don't need your kind words
I don't your affection
I don't need your love!
Don't I need your loving and caring kisses?
Don't I need to feel us as one?
Don't I need your fondness?
No, not at all..
'cause I'm feeling alive!
Your smile takes my breath away with a warm sensation.
Your company makes me feel so buoyantly
Your eyes electrifies me
most of all..
You are my life-essence.
If only I can make you laugh and smile even more.
If only I can be a friend of yours
If only I can see your being
never be needing anyone else.
BerechnendWenn ich einen
Strich ziehe, wenn
ich uns subtrahiere,
zähle, kalkuliere sind
wir doch keine
Es ist als
Und doch gehöre
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Fibers In TowLittle deliveries and Pacific promises,
These are the bolts and the buttons that hold our desperate communion together.
Each thought earnestly sown and honestly shown as best as could be.
An exchange of ties and hitches just to string a future together.
The tethers are snapped and sniped, and grabbed to be re-stitched; as quick as we can before the distance sets in.
I never thought an ocean could sink into me.
That the miles pass easier by the eye than the mind.
But with each careful knot and weave and wonder.
It is only the earth that still falls under.
Under the soles and soul of my feet,
As I go back to the mountain across that sea.
My Tears, Your SmileThe light in your eyes
Be the darkness demise
Your smile I seek
For without it I'm weak
Your hug, your embrace
I'll never find a better place
The moments of your tears
The most paramount of my fears
You were all I could ask for, I wish I could have been the same.
That, I failed, for mere mortality and imperfection to blame.
You deserved so much more, someone better, a god among men.
I hope you find them, I hope your happiness remains then.
My apologies that I couldn't have met your needs.
The loss that I feel pains, my heart, it bleeds.
Yet I find comfort knowing that you seek who you deserve.
May your journey be quick, your path direct, never swerve.
I accept my hurt so that your smile may stay.
Every tear of my own, a more than adequate pay.
A dream you were among a sea of nightmares.
You are missed, You were special, You were all of my cares.
I wish you the best.
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