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Socially IneptI stand here in these clothes that i look good in. I stand here with my head knowing what to say. I stand here with all the knowledge but not the drive.Socially Inept
It feels like the spark is gone. It feels like i'm lost. It feels like i have gained nothing.
My social skills are nonexistent. My mind knows the rules, just not how to play the game. My heart wants to learn anew.
I know how to play. I know how to win. I know that the only way to win is not to play at all.
by ~Zenmaster13
Wasted TalentWhere am i going with my so-called talents? A little bit of everything. Some rugby, some singing. Neither of it will get me out of here.Wasted Talent
I feel like it's wasted effort, as if it's going nowhere. From the best to nowhere near close. Every effort doesn't seem enough.
Nothing ever does.
by ~Zenmaster13
One Year LeftA year left of life, a problem diagnosed.One Year Left
Time to waste, valuing every single minute.
Flying straight in to a lovers arms, making love because it's the last chance.
Eating candy floss at that fair; Remembering the sights and sounds forever.
Re-living and re-doing everything; Each smell, each taste, each sensation anew.
Not having to care about the consequences, the end will always be there.
8 months left; So many desires and deep hopes to fulfil.
4 months left; So little left to live after the time of my l
by ~Zenmaster13
Compiling MethodIt's the lesser of two evils. It's degrading myself to two elements. The particles and electrons of programming.Compiling Method
To suceed i must decide on one answer. Off, or On. The logic must be sound.
It must be the same answer every time, no human imperfections here.
Re-compiling the very programming of my soul, the first if statement asking me of my love.
¬, if or while are not going to help me. This really is a matter of decision; Yes.
Yes i need to recompile myself to the same output, debugging the system of it's original flaws, testing to
by ~Zenmaster13
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Perpetual MotionThe grass is always greener if it's never the same,Perpetual Motion
I always felt better in a place with another name. My feet start to itch through the bottoms of my shoes They know the soul's not on the move.
And nothing beautiful is stagnant
Nothing real is sitting still. Nothing left but walking onwards Bound to our free will.
Our world is just a set of footprints
Leading towards a makeshift goal Searching only for acceptance
As life forever takes its toll.
by ~brighterside22
A Baby's RoomHe flecks the paint off his brush at me in a joking matter. Drops of baby blue hit my cheek and shoulder, surely staining my shirt. Mats already covered in different colors are lying on the ground against the wall as I move the roller up above my head, stretching to reach as high as it’s supposed to go. He reaches over and takes it out of my hands, easily reaching it up to the point we marked with tape for the trimming. The cradle we picked out together is sitting on the other side of the room, by the window. I can’t believe we’ve gotten to this point so quickly. It seems like a dream that I’ve traveled through in a haze,A Baby's Room
by ~kittenmarie
InsecureUnconditional love that I don't deserve I've never quite figured out how it got placed in my life. He's so willing to give so much just to make me happy. And I can never do enough. Yes he screws up, sticks his foot in his mouth, is human. And I seem to take that and do it tenfold. So how did I end up with this? He could have so much better………Insecure
by ~kittenmarie
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For that reason you can't write with music playing, and anyone who says he can is either writing badly, or not listening to the music, or lying. You need to hear what you're writing, and for that you need silence.
~Philip Pullman
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someday everyone will look back and realize exactly how much they cared....
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For that reason you can't write with music playing, and anyone who says he can is either writing badly, or not listening to the music, or lying. You need to hear what you're writing, and for that you need silence.
~Philip Pullman
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oh.. why yes, yes i do like acting like a 5 year old.
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For that reason you can't write with music playing, and anyone who says he can is either writing badly, or not listening to the music, or lying. You need to hear what you're writing, and for that you need silence.
~Philip Pullman
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--Flawed_Work_Of_Art--
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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--Flawed_Work_Of_Art--
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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--Flawed_Work_Of_Art--
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome...
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