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@miia | 18 September 18 | |
More of Mr. Charles :) EXCUSES Once again I hear of somebody who is going to settle down and do their work, painting or writing or whatever, as soon as they get a better light installed, or as soon as they move to a new city, or as soon as they come back from the trip they have been planning, or as soon as... its simple; they just dont want to do it, or they cant do it, otherwise theyd feel a burning itch from hell they could not ignore and soon would turn quickly into now. |
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@miia | 10 October 18 | |
The Crunch there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to each other one on one. the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor. we are afraid. our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasnt told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to watering a plant. C.B |
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@trunking | 20 November 18 | |
Going to recite this monologue tomorrow: George Gray from ''Spoon River Anthology'' by Edgar Lee Masters George: I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me- A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life. And now I know that we must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat. To put meaning in ones life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire- It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. |
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@trunking | 20 November 18 | |
@ miia - 18.09.18 - 02:20pm More of Mr. Charles :) EXCUSES Once again I hear of somebody who is going to settle down and do their work, painting or writing or whatever, as soon as they get a better light installed, or as soon as they move to a new city, or as soon as they come back from the trip they have been planning, or as soon as... its simple; they just dont want to do it, or they cant do it, otherwise theyd feel a burning itch from hell they could not ignore and soon would turn quickly into now. Maybe I should pick one of these for next time lol |
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@trunking | 20 November 18 | |
@ psnality - 15.08.18 - 02:09pm Where does the truth lie Beneath the sea of tranquility Wherever your soul may be Locked away mercifully By the subconscious mind's integrity The gateway to your existence Locked away with persistence To keep the mind from melting away Until memories start to decay If the truth lies within then where do you begin Or is finding your true self An Immortal sin Beautiful.. Short and sweet. |
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@mikeymk | 17 December 18 | |
I like to ride my bike at night It's a cyclists halcyon Deserted streets are quite a sight Though i'm rarely out for long I collect my thoughts Or dream all sorts Whilst nibbling on some snacks i've brought And though i try to keep it down I like to sing along |
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@slago | 14 January 19 | |
I'm trapped in a cycle.. of getting sober and high from vices of this life bro.. i type flows, invite wh*res instead of ladies.. been getting head since 80s, your friends can be haters, you can be the greatest.. my food for thought is served by a waitress.. putting you on respirators, burn you like the equator.. I'm china wall but greater, this is just a key style, see you later.
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@slago | 14 January 19 | |
the first time we met she wore black like was in a funeral.. she worked in a cubicle, beautiful from the tip of hair follicles down to nail cuticles.. decisions like sex on the first date, were the worst mate.. she bought me books on every single birthday.. we fought in the worst day, taking aim at the ego.. I'm the greatest lover and that's what she know.. undercovers, with the power of a skitzo.. warming her when the temperature is below zero..
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@slago | 16 January 19 | |
i see you
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@slago | 20 January 19 | |
where are pro poets and poetesses?
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