Again and again
I wonder when will I be
Kicking that bucket
I wonder when will I be
Kicking that bucket
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The commodity of which we've lacked.
The concept itself for why we act.
A solace for none, but a hope to stall the end of it all.
So on we run, but for a comfort not worth a dime.
Urgency, is the final call.
We're still running out of time.
The concept itself for why we act.
A solace for none, but a hope to stall the end of it all.
So on we run, but for a comfort not worth a dime.
Urgency, is the final call.
We're still running out of time.
Mapping makes me mad because mapping makes men memorize multiple concepts, more than just mathematics
It's no wonder I almost failed my literature exam.
It's no wonder I almost failed my literature exam.
Topic Starter
I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel.
Uncertain of what I am, I fear what’s to be revealed.
What’s it like to show oneself, a self that one never really knows?
What’s it like to know oneself, when it’s the self that one still stows?
Uncertain of what I am, I fear what’s to be revealed.
What’s it like to show oneself, a self that one never really knows?
What’s it like to know oneself, when it’s the self that one still stows?
Everytime when
I'm about to "get out"*
Bad news at the end
*In other words, my way of "being done with something"
I'm about to "get out"*
Bad news at the end
*In other words, my way of "being done with something"
roleplaying with semi-imbeciles is not likeable
however, with being out of the "game" for a while
it brings back a sense of nostalgia
so now i must make a character inspired upon fable
and nekos
someone ohko
however, with being out of the "game" for a while
it brings back a sense of nostalgia
so now i must make a character inspired upon fable
and nekos
someone ohko
Topic Starter
Some are sane,
A pill away
it reeks of ill.
In pain,
Yours to flay
run of the mill.
Long feigned,
Façades break
the world sits still.
Some are sane,
An inch away
don't get killed.
Just an inch away now.
Don't get killed.
I sit at the ledge.
Would slip off the edge.
A foot, for the fall.
One more, end it all.
A pill away
it reeks of ill.
In pain,
Yours to flay
run of the mill.
Long feigned,
Façades break
the world sits still.
Some are sane,
An inch away
don't get killed.
Just an inch away now.
Don't get killed.
I sit at the ledge.
Would slip off the edge.
A foot, for the fall.
One more, end it all.
Topic Starter
To revive this thread,
Would be my greatest honor.
Poetry survives.
Would be my greatest honor.
Poetry survives.
i hate my mind, i hate my body,
my mind's foggy, everything cloudy,
my body isn't how i'd like.
i might be in need of a psych.
my mind's foggy, everything cloudy,
my body isn't how i'd like.
i might be in need of a psych.
Topic Starter
Feeling inert in my lingering indecision,
the creative dilemma of how I should live
is at hand when I look at the screen.
Yielding to a momentary lapse of vision,
the state of mind I'm in is dehabilitative
to the creative process I must preen.
the creative dilemma of how I should live
is at hand when I look at the screen.
Yielding to a momentary lapse of vision,
the state of mind I'm in is dehabilitative
to the creative process I must preen.
I feel hot,
I feel unsettling.
There's something...
Something inside me...
It lingers though under my skin,
Destroy my scents,
It likes me suffering.
It loves me dying in pain.
Him... that's him!
I can see his shadow,
Through my imagination.
He is coming... He is coming...
There's not much time left... I have to hide...
Somebody
Somebody please...
Who can help me right now??? who...
SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!
I feel unsettling.
There's something...
Something inside me...
It lingers though under my skin,
Destroy my scents,
It likes me suffering.
It loves me dying in pain.
Him... that's him!
I can see his shadow,
Through my imagination.
He is coming... He is coming...
There's not much time left... I have to hide...
Somebody
Somebody please...
Who can help me right now??? who...
SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!
Feeling inspired.
Well, that is actually false,
I want to sleep now.
Well, that is actually false,
I want to sleep now.
Topic Starter
with desires to be pondered and something fonder over yonder,
i saunter and behold the story i left untold.
unveil the tale that so deeply contains me,
and reign the fruits of perspective for your pursuits.
with desires to be shared and my void there laid bare,
i stare and stay inert despite my potential and my worth.
unravel this listless bliss in my oblivion,
for i see nothing amiss, i embrace this accursed abyss.
i saunter and behold the story i left untold.
unveil the tale that so deeply contains me,
and reign the fruits of perspective for your pursuits.
with desires to be shared and my void there laid bare,
i stare and stay inert despite my potential and my worth.
unravel this listless bliss in my oblivion,
for i see nothing amiss, i embrace this accursed abyss.
Have you ever wonder,
What will it be to offer,
A second chance,
To fix what's done?
Have you tried to tell,
Your feelings to a well,
Your wish to find someone,
That will be your loved one?
Have you think about the future,
How miserable to be with her,
With reality strikes upon you,
So start planning something new.
What will it be to offer,
A second chance,
To fix what's done?
Have you tried to tell,
Your feelings to a well,
Your wish to find someone,
That will be your loved one?
Have you think about the future,
How miserable to be with her,
With reality strikes upon you,
So start planning something new.
Hello, my friend.
Why have you meet your end?
You have a long way to go.
Don't let your dreams flow,
where nothing remains in you.
Believe and you will see,
how exciting will it be,
to chase your dreams,
in a shining beam,
that is you.
Why have you meet your end?
You have a long way to go.
Don't let your dreams flow,
where nothing remains in you.
Believe and you will see,
how exciting will it be,
to chase your dreams,
in a shining beam,
that is you.
Inspiration comes
Inspiration leaves
Just like the wind blows
A small pile of leaves
Inspiration leaves
Just like the wind blows
A small pile of leaves
Bad Poetry
Poetry can be hard,
But cleaning the yard,
Is always the thing,
That I think is hard.
Inspiration comes,
But never to be caught,
Is always the thing,
That makes you "uhh".
But cleaning the yard,
Is always the thing,
That I think is hard.
Inspiration comes,
But never to be caught,
Is always the thing,
That makes you "uhh".
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