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Cat All day it does sleep peacefully waiting, for the return of its faithful masters, on a bed or anywhere its fitting, dreaming of one venture or another.
Purring to show you sign of happiness, or to be thankful for such a nice meal, don't fear the butthead it is quite harmless, careful when you play, the claws peel for real. Around 20 years, that is the sad side, of such a fantastic short love story, but don't dwell and focus on the upside, in your life more than once you were merry.
O majestic creature, to you I write this simple poem as a meek delight.
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Nap Whenever I am home, I tend to dream about this, O so majestic, hobby, especially when there is no sunbeam, and I avoid any kind of study.
In my bed, in the warm of my love nest, for an hour or two I lie and collapse, I pretend I utterly need to rest, when really this is but a relapse.
Twenty is said do be the optimum, but to whom could this honestly suffice? Maybe this has turn into a symptom? I hide Like the drunk. I have a device.
I try and fugitively get away, Now, Let me, for a brief time, runaway.
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Farewell Dear friend, in my heart you crawled into once, and for the best and ever you changed me. "blings speedlings", I was in the audience "bat a roach bat a roach" still is funny!
Watching a stream here and there with YoGo, wondering if I could save the zerg swarm. won my first game, then we played in duo, and started practicing up to self-harm.
The pro scene I quickly became fond of, "terran op, protoss easy, zerg stupid" the weak but neat zergs I was a part of, being the villain and showing my greed
Even if those days we talk less and less... I still love you. Farewell Starcraft, God bless.
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Diary Old friend, to you I come yet again, my dear friend, my witness, my diary, to tell you about my day and my pain also maybe because I feel lonely.
To hiding it I became a master, but how long can I keep the lie going? Sometimes I feel it's all friendly banter, but I know the truth is more depressing.
Aren't you tired, from me, constantly, to hear? Did I tell you of my other disease? Sorry, these are too much questions to bear. All I know of, is the constant unease.
Do not worry, that is it for today, goodbye for now. I'll see you next monday?
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Red and Blue Blue as the endless sky on a clear day. Blue as the flowing idling peaceful stream. Blue as the nightingale singing in may. Blue as the fair lady's eyes of your dream.
Red as the delicate but thorny rose. Red as the feared fire and his embers. Red as the fine wine that awakes my prose. Red as the blood, heart, lips, cheeks and others.
They fight a fierce battle as old as time, like the sun collapsing into the sea. Or is that an embrace? A paradigm? The perfect idyll of a love story.
If they unite they lose all their oddness. Green...Yellow...yet our couple is ageless.
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Shifting the focus You've heard of it, Out of sight, out of mind. flip the mirror and stop that ego fight, to then become a great of our small kind. Narcissists do exist, living their plight.
Is it thanks to their ego they advance? How to distinct with healthy self esteem? Should we denounce or praise their bizarre stance? Isn't all this worry, the same regime?
Don't think if you are or not self-centered, Instead focus solely on the right work, and also what makes you feel unhindered, while trying not to be another jerk.
You will never please everybody, but don't forget about humanity.
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The Fall. Get to Work my dear friend my dear comrade! Not for the party but for human kind! Overcome tyranny! FOR LENINGRAD! Unite! Chin up! Stay true to your mind!
Work comrade! Work hard for our Republic. This winter is long, but do not worry, for the fight for our cause is politic. We fight the tainted ideology!
Work my people. COME ON WORK YOU WEAKLING! We are the greatest nation in the world. Always we should be bowing and praying, to our leader, the rest is netherworld.
"Get clean of the corrupted opium!" This is just another mausoleum...
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fakerap1 It is whine y'all, plug and clean those earbuds, turn up the volume, open your bright mind, to your brain it nurtures like natal fluids, yep, as pleasant as the birth of mankind.
You noticed I am like a mad prophet, I perpetuate ancient rhymery, but I try to put in the same basket, the pleasant rhyming and the good story.
this one's the first, excuse the clumsiness, maybe I do need a bit of practice, gotta think about each move like at chess, gotta be agile and show some malice.
Thank you for your time I'll try to be back, maybe then I'll have figured out the knack.
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fakerap2 Are you gonna stop all that damn rumbling, I try to appease my mind you stupid! I swear, your shit is infuriating, you are a shame, that's widely admitted.
Think about it for a second! Dear lord, do you believe we evolved into that? "nominated to the darwin award", that would be you motherfucking asshat!
Don't make me repeat that one more darn time, I swear to God I'll have your flat burned down! You are not worth even a single dime. You'd drive Buddha so mad he'd watch you drown...
Finally the jerk is done with his crap, 6 A M? I'm gonna shoot his kneecap!
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Shitter They say I am all but a mere shitter, I just let my thoughts flow free in the chat, of course I don't apply any filter, sometimes It feels like I'm an automat. They say I am completely retarded, I can't pretend else wise. They are not wrong, I write as some kind of twisted ballad. And sometimes my silly texts are quite long.
They say, before writing, I should think twice, but that is the nature of my message, and imagine if, in fact, I think thrice, in that case I have some real brain damage. I am the shitter but I am quite proud, for my thoughts are just a wild thundercloud.
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Sleep Sleep is yet again trying to take me, I am fighting to stay fully awake, to stay away from my demons I flee, if I close my eyes my person they rake.
Maybe if I drink one more coffee cup, or if I flush the damn medication, I will manage to finally stay up, then i'll just need a catchy distraction.
What? I can hear them in my head talking! But that cannot be, I am not asleep! I should be playing drawing or writing, to keep my mind from talking to the creep!
They say that sleep is the cousin of death, marry her? or is such talk shibboleth?
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Dark It's a dark and worrisome time again. For a few hours, days, weeks or months even, I don't really know beside the pain, try to keep my head up, feels like burden. The sky turns from a vivid blue to grey, sleep becomes my only activity, from food I have to try and stay away, I just wish for my life to pass quickly;
I lost hope of one day seeing colors, I start forgetting what it's like to live, but life's a road and I just need some spurs, some zeal, a reason, a goal, a motive.
I know the sun is gonna shine anew, I just doubt that this time I can get through.
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Titans Let me tell you the myth of two goddess, the story of two rulers of their world. a well of fantasy close to endless, an odd fall that will spur your mind to whirled
One was slender and her hair made of gold, with a look as dangerous as the sea. such a looker, she left you uncontrolled, her hook on your heart, that's what you can't see. Her twin was bosomy and her trail red, a magnificent creature I tell you, her grin! your restless agony it fed, "to punt then dinner", yes, you are cuckoo!
Alas the fine world they lead is now gone, at least no more of this dwelling till dawn.
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redrum I can't avoid to look at the mirrors they are everywhere like God's restless eyes He, supposed to watch us, the meek actors He, able to tell the truth from our lies
Do others judge me too? Or thats a trick, played by my sick and narcissistic brain? I am just not sure what details they pick, Would knowing it, even save me some pain?
I wonder, can they see the despair? I wonder, can they guess about my scars? Sometimes I see them and their subtle glare, they look fierce like some majestic jaguars
I am sure they cannot see all my life, And Im pretty sure they won't see the knife...
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^ hands-down my favorite one
until they unwrap the rap "for me?" "You damn right bitch" grab it then stab, stop! stab stab bust a cap in that habitat cuz you might look like you don't know I'm your God now, no? Stab! Until all that blood wasted on all that mud gets recycled into beautiful kaleidoscopic bud I'll light up and inhale whenever Cuz you couldn't see the forever tree in the forest N0 place here except for the best. *drops mic and bounces
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Memory He wished he could grab her delicate hand... and suddenly he is back on the train. The one headed to a certain known land... To the ever aging memory lane.
The one road that build without a permit. The only path that never stop growing. It's not clear if one should be scared of it, And so he gives in to the faint singing.
They keep saying that he lives in the past. And he thinks of this sweet and vivid rose... But not only the precious time has passed. Maybe that is why he is so morose.
He takes out the weed and leaves a bouquet, No madeleines needed for this birthday.
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Silence From a young age I had a tendency of being greedy. A true collector, my little trait of personality. You see, I always wanted a treasure.
Speech is silver but silence is golden You can see where I am going, can't you? But my silence has became a burden, for gold without silver has no value.
Most interpret my silence as wisdom, unfortunately my case is sadder, sometimes it even makes me feel lonesome... My ideas, simply, hold no valor.
You can see it is a lots of nonsense, I raise ignorance as my poor defense!
Isolation has destroyed my mind-set, I can no longer agree with my peers, even when I want to, O the regret...
sometimes though I do show some kind of cheers, although I wish to get things all controlled, a balance between my heart and my brain, a balance of copper, silver and gold a chemistry to cure me of my pain...
Or maybe this is part of my profile, and maybe I ought to acclimate to it, to this weird mixture defining my style... I shall disagree with all but the wit!
I babble so much in the written form... but when ask to talk, silence is my norm.
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Time Life is but a cold path of solitude, Friendship and unsuitable love don't hold, time consumes all like a sumo eats food, in the end we are all alone and cold
Life is but a ride, through mounts and valleys Through deep sadness and sparkling joy alike both are keys to our sorrows and frenzies, That is if your deal with time businesslike, for time heals some wounds and deepens others, ask the ones who have lost their better-half, and now must live alone in their chambers they will stare and then at your question laugh
For time is all but a long sharpened knife, that runs on the soft skin, that looms on life.
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[This one is a short story, the quality is pretty bad, but I wanted to try the format] Part one First Sight By a bright day, the air by cherries scent infused. His eyes met her holy figure. her walking created a whole event, around her the entire world seems altered, each head turning to witness the angel, the passing of such a delightful soul, magnificent, sacred, and pale petal, attached to life's flower, she makes a whole.
And here stands our hero reading a book, by her he was straight infatuated, stricken like an old tree by a lone look, love at first sight, love of the dim-witted,
For love needs to be infant of nurture, for she will take back her rights, dame nature.
Seduction At first he made sure to show his best wit, by glancing at her, he noticed her smile, he also noticed her gazing at him, all those signals, he was head over heels.
She made sure to always be seen smiling, she made sure to always make eye contact she made sure to always tell a greeting she cast her net, showing sufficient tact.
Quickly they started talking more and more, exchanging numbers and others info, then they started talking from night till four, they were more connected than frozen snow.
finally he did what she expected, and then they were officially bounded.
Amour The world was spinning in the other way, everything was of more vivid color, of love, their couple was a real cliche, time seems to be out of the dear picture.
They spent each and every lunch together, they dined together every other night, they did half-watch more movies than ever they put music but didn't listen quite...
that time was the easier of their life, and that is how they will remember it, Often he thought of making her his wife, time was running, that they would not admit...
What the universe once gives, he takes back, this as true a formula as ducks quack.
Death She was walking down the road one dark night, he won't forget, he could have gone to hers... did she put up a fierce-till-the-end fight? or did she let death take her, he wonders.
A drunk lost control of his vehicle, or was the universe being jealous? Now he is the one chugging a bottle, anyway, his days are now all aimless...
Well, this is how another story ends or maybe it is just the beginning, it's a mess he no longer comprehends one thing is certain, he is all brooding.
They met, they loved, then suddenly she died, now, never will she be a lovely bride.
Part two Depressed I lay in the dark, the sun burns my skin, the scents smell like the foul-smelling cattle I am a withered flower in a bin, life is but and endless uphill battle.
I keep hearing a gruesome opera. The doctor prescribed me some magic pills, he told there is no such thing as karma and all I see are the expensive bills.
O you my dear, fair, beloved princess, in this life, I have not a conquest left O you my dear, sacred, precious mistress, to all the world's wonders I have been theft
Everything seems to be going askew... I wish to be put asleep and join you.
Anxiety I do not know how far into the ages, I'd to look for the descent of my spleen. I think I have written it on some pages, It might have started while I was just a teen.
After my short first love and addiction, With my body and mind still in shaping, I did slowly give in to depression, and I became the anxiety king.
After some talks and medication though, I am slowly starting to live again. Or is it my brain playing the banjo? To hide an upcoming amount of pain?
Tonight I shall sleep without even a fight, And tomorrow I might smile , yes, I might…
Pact with the devil Pact with the devil After a night of hallucination, I met with an odd ageless entity claiming to be Satan's incarnation and she told me her trickiest story, I was to be sent to hell to meet her, if I did so, one wish would be granted, I had to be careful of the liar, or else I would be another baited. I couldn't resist meeting my honey I gave in to the diabolic dance, I decided to go in the abyss and into the devil eyes stare briefly,
But life can never be altered mind you and death will do anything to hook you.
Descent The descent. Slowly he went through the circles of hell, simply by falling down a magic well.
First the unbaptized and pagans, limbo then came the one of carnal pleasure, Lust then gluttony, where he fights a sumo the fourth is greed, where even the coins rust He controlled his wrath with wild vehemence faced the non believer in heresy, then fought his weird neighbors in violence, before reaching the circle of copy, The circle of such prohibited lies, Fraud. That stands before the dreaded circle, the one where he had to question his eyes treachery the ninth and final level.
Part three. Meeting Finally he reached the most dreaded place, took some deep breath before meeting his host stopped and admire such an un-commonplace, a place where he should avoid getting lost.
the devil was with both her arms opened ready for a guest of such importance, to play her cards rights she was determined, to gain a new soul was her malfeasance,
the most precious price of all to her eyes, the less valuable thing to her guest, he was just seeking the one who now lies, that was the mission he was invested
only God can understand the bargain, each wanting to trade in the same token…
Dance with the devil "What is that you are gonna ask wise boy?" so it has started, the game of charade, "we can talk, before you tell your answer" satan knew she had the edge in the trade, The offer was just here to play more tricks, but he knew she could read him like a book in this disgusting and horrendous styx "I want my lady back" he told the crook "without any memories?" she did hiss "of course not, let me think you devil bitch" "of course my young man, do not be remiss" slowly an idea started to itch...
about it, you could write an entire shelf, he was to ask about their love itself.
The final answer After a long time of deep reflection, he had finally found a good answer, from the start it was of adoration, more than the fleshy-shell of his lover.
he built up enough courage and then said: "I want to find true love again, you hear?", he was sure that would bring back his dear dead for he was living in his little sphere
"very well, go back from where you come from" "and I shall grant your wish then" she did say then there was a symbol on his left palm where until he was back upstairs would stay
each tragedy got its naive hero, that go against the Gods, against life’s flow.
Going back bit by bit he was feeling much better, each step bringing more joy to his brave heart, his mind too was becoming way lighter, he was on the road to a newly start.
There was something about his memory, he did not realize. It was fading. That every step was a real tragedy of its own. He was too busy singing
then finally he reached back the deep well, and climbed it more easily than he thought for sometimes the taxing obstacles quell... Back to normal, that's the life he just bought!
The devil has many tricks up her sleeves, the oldest one is simple: she deceives!
Part four: New love He had almost forgotten his old love, and now he met a new tempting woman, her eyes color of exotic olive, this time he swore he wouldn't jump the gun,
but after sometimes they got together, an union that wouldn't and couldn't last, for love is like white dough to a baker: his previous form belongs to the past
what he didn't know was so obvious, this new love was the devil in disguise, everyone would warn him but love is vicious, he ignored every last one of the guys
sometimes the pain is inevitable, some other times the pain is likeable.
Breakup and cycle And one bright day, it all happened again, he lost, yet again, his dearly loved one, but this time no death involves, no drunk men, just a "normal" break up still nothing fun
and then he fell back into depression, he even had bits of anxiety, then he thought about the incarnation, something was fishy about their story,
What give that the gruesome pact did not last? he starts for the well in a fast motion, he went through all the circles in a blast, found her and he asked the only question:
"I asked for true love, why am I so sad?" "true love is always lost, the rest is [a] fad"
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Pokemon red The choice was either the red of fire, or blue of the majestic sleeping sea, the yellow form later you could acquire, and green always would stay a mystery.
At first you had to leave your cosy room, if you ask me, not only in the game for the immersion was like a good boom, the kind you don't forget, one that means fame.
The starter was another special trick, for my sake let's not speak of the green one, the real choice was between the dragon pick and the blue turtle of mass destruction
Red and fire is for the fierce fighter, blue and water is for the fast runner.
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