Some things
are simply
too complicated
for stupid words
or simple poems.
Some things are simply
too horrible
to be compared to strokes of a pen.
These things remain unsaid.
These things are the things that matter.
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
and your talents
and
disect them.
stripping away all creativity and
replacing it with
"the right way".
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
and your mind
and
shove them
into too-crowded spaces
and too-narrow hallways
until you eventually break.
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
into his empire
and keep you down
until you no longer
have the will to
get up.
This is not who I will become.
I will be the one who changes the world
with pi
Now I grow cold
I hide in shadow, in the street, every corner
Until the day that I am left to the coroners
Come and see, see the darkness overtake you
Damned.
Dark doesn't rest, doesn't doesn't pity
It hunts for all that it can find in this city
It overtakes the one who's brash in a flash!
You see you'll never prevail, for you're only a man
eventually it tries for everyone sees the phantom sometime
It doesn't come when you most expect it
It doesn't come when it's least expected
For it's soul, it must come
it hunts, it tracks, a hides right under
where you hide and where it plots its plunder
of your life your mind it drags you under
Right d
I will not be silent.
I will not stand by.
I will not wait until someone else decides that
They will not be silent.
No more pain,
No more suffering.
No more watching those who have the power to do something
stand ignorant.
stand blind because they
do not wish to see.
I will not be quiet.
I will not wait my turn
And when you ask why I will not accept reality
I will not change my mind.
I will not stand still and wait
wait for a hero to come.
I will be the hero of my own story
and the hero for those who are not thought to have a story.
The Sorcains and the Theardnairs have hated each other since the Sorcains first moved into town several generations ago. They moved in on the same, perfectly normal, quite wealthy, street in Enchec. Both were wealthy families, though money had seemed to cause very little of the dispute between these rivals. You see, the Theardnairs were always a cold, isolated lot, whereas the Sorcains had been social from the first time they laid eyes on their new neighbors. With attending social events and great wealth, they advanced up the social ladder, as so many do. Soon, Jean-Paul Sorcain became the Mayor of Enchec with very little opposition. The Thea
The three words, that mean so much to me
that mean so little to you,
you see those are the words, to be
together for another night
But if you reject
and cast them aside
as you've always had to do
then we cannot pretend
any longer, what's hurting you
If I had known, I could have changed
but still, you kept rolling along
You're not the only one who's hurting here
We all have pain in our own ways.
I wish I could change yours, heal you
but I don't know what to do.
I know, I ought to make this go away
stop dwelling on the past
But I can't let go, I look back
I tell you, when shouldn't
and we're ripping.
And I am sorry.
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter that
you've forgiven me
It does matter that
I hurt you
I cannot accept this
How I can try
With every ounce of my being
to help you
yet still
I fail.
How you can do
so much
to the point
where it hurts you
and I still cannot
be helped.
Perhaps I am hopeless.
Perhaps the shattered pieces
cannot be put back
together.
We stood
I fell
This is the spot
Where I landed and was cracked
apart
Then others came
to steal up the pieces
And I've nowhere to go.
I do not know where to go.
And s
I am nobody
Pay no attention
to the girl sitting here
prepared to do
everything she was warned against
Because that's what people do
They ignore me
I scream, at the top
of my lungs, tired and out of breath
but nobody hears
nobody listens
ANd any time
any person
stops, and turns back at the sound they've just caught a glimpse of,
they stay
they say they care.
BUt like all,
they stop hearing,
or they stop listening.
SO don't bother listening
because you WILL stop hearing
and needing to suffer silence
might as well end.
End any way it can
I have no idea
why you would do
this to me
and I have no idea
how you could know
that we
had no chance at all we'd always fail
that there was just no hope
and I have no idea
how you expect me
to find some way to cope
And I don't have the time
for this, for you anymore
I don't even think you know what you're
looking for
You say "It wasn't love so I
had to close the door"
But i have no idea whether or not
could there always be more?
And no I'm not mad
I could never be mad
I just wish you'd let me know
a little sooner
rather than watching it all go downhill
after you finally realized that you didn't think
it was true love, how could you
do thi
HI, so I tried out "rotating first person", and so when you see the single horizontal line, it's changing speakers. It tells you who is talking.
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Some things
are simply
too complicated
for stupid words
or simple poems.
Some things are simply
too horrible
to be compared to strokes of a pen.
These things remain unsaid.
These things are the things that matter.
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
and your talents
and
disect them.
stripping away all creativity and
replacing it with
"the right way".
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
and your mind
and
shove them
into too-crowded spaces
and too-narrow hallways
until you eventually break.
The man in the grey suit
who stands across the desk
who wants nothing more than to take you
into his empire
and keep you down
until you no longer
have the will to
get up.
This is not who I will become.
I will be the one who changes the world
with pi
Now I grow cold
I hide in shadow, in the street, every corner
Until the day that I am left to the coroners
Come and see, see the darkness overtake you
Damned.
Dark doesn't rest, doesn't doesn't pity
It hunts for all that it can find in this city
It overtakes the one who's brash in a flash!
You see you'll never prevail, for you're only a man
eventually it tries for everyone sees the phantom sometime
It doesn't come when you most expect it
It doesn't come when it's least expected
For it's soul, it must come
it hunts, it tracks, a hides right under
where you hide and where it plots its plunder
of your life your mind it drags you under
Right d
I will not be silent.
I will not stand by.
I will not wait until someone else decides that
They will not be silent.
No more pain,
No more suffering.
No more watching those who have the power to do something
stand ignorant.
stand blind because they
do not wish to see.
I will not be quiet.
I will not wait my turn
And when you ask why I will not accept reality
I will not change my mind.
I will not stand still and wait
wait for a hero to come.
I will be the hero of my own story
and the hero for those who are not thought to have a story.
The Sorcains and the Theardnairs have hated each other since the Sorcains first moved into town several generations ago. They moved in on the same, perfectly normal, quite wealthy, street in Enchec. Both were wealthy families, though money had seemed to cause very little of the dispute between these rivals. You see, the Theardnairs were always a cold, isolated lot, whereas the Sorcains had been social from the first time they laid eyes on their new neighbors. With attending social events and great wealth, they advanced up the social ladder, as so many do. Soon, Jean-Paul Sorcain became the Mayor of Enchec with very little opposition. The Thea
The three words, that mean so much to me
that mean so little to you,
you see those are the words, to be
together for another night
But if you reject
and cast them aside
as you've always had to do
then we cannot pretend
any longer, what's hurting you
If I had known, I could have changed
but still, you kept rolling along
You're not the only one who's hurting here
We all have pain in our own ways.
I wish I could change yours, heal you
but I don't know what to do.
I know, I ought to make this go away
stop dwelling on the past
But I can't let go, I look back
I tell you, when shouldn't
and we're ripping.
And I am sorry.
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter that
you've forgiven me
It does matter that
I hurt you
I cannot accept this
How I can try
With every ounce of my being
to help you
yet still
I fail.
How you can do
so much
to the point
where it hurts you
and I still cannot
be helped.
Perhaps I am hopeless.
Perhaps the shattered pieces
cannot be put back
together.
We stood
I fell
This is the spot
Where I landed and was cracked
apart
Then others came
to steal up the pieces
And I've nowhere to go.
I do not know where to go.
And s
I am nobody
Pay no attention
to the girl sitting here
prepared to do
everything she was warned against
Because that's what people do
They ignore me
I scream, at the top
of my lungs, tired and out of breath
but nobody hears
nobody listens
ANd any time
any person
stops, and turns back at the sound they've just caught a glimpse of,
they stay
they say they care.
BUt like all,
they stop hearing,
or they stop listening.
SO don't bother listening
because you WILL stop hearing
and needing to suffer silence
might as well end.
End any way it can
I have no idea
why you would do
this to me
and I have no idea
how you could know
that we
had no chance at all we'd always fail
that there was just no hope
and I have no idea
how you expect me
to find some way to cope
And I don't have the time
for this, for you anymore
I don't even think you know what you're
looking for
You say "It wasn't love so I
had to close the door"
But i have no idea whether or not
could there always be more?
And no I'm not mad
I could never be mad
I just wish you'd let me know
a little sooner
rather than watching it all go downhill
after you finally realized that you didn't think
it was true love, how could you
do thi
HI, so I tried out "rotating first person", and so when you see the single horizontal line, it's changing speakers. It tells you who is talking.
================================================================
================================================================
================================================================
Here at Sevreyou.inc., our goal is to provide with a friendly, helpful attitude of service. We want business not to be something that you worry, but rather something you enjoy. We hope you enjoy our service, so come on down to Serveyou.inc. and let our staff, serve you.
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I want you to understand,
This love that I feel is so right and so real,
I realize how lucky I am.
And should you ever wonder if my love is true,
There's something that I want to make clear to you.
There's no way I can make it without you,
There's no way that I'd even try.
If I had to survive without you in my life,
I know I wouldn't last a day.
Oh babe, there's no way.
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do by chromeantennae, literature
Literature
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do
Being Okay Is The Hardest Thing We Do
because being okay is expected,
if we’re not okay, that’s not okay,
what can we do to be okay?
we can scribble illegible words
on a canvas made for by painters
masquerading as notebook paper,
and hope that we can sell the burn
of stinging emotions for some paper.
but the funny thing about that thought?
is that american money isn’t paper,
it’s 75% cotton and 25% linen fibers.
so even the money you'd earn from your misery,
isn't anything you can write on
when you realize your money isn't
made to heal. even if it does talk.
but it never really ever says enough, does it?
But that'
When I woke up,
I expected you to be alive.
I expected the end of your letter
To say something like,
"I'm right behind you,
You moron!"
But that never happened.
When I woke up,
You were still dead.
You aren't dead to me.
You should be alive,
You should be here with me!
Where are you?
Why did you leave?
You didn't have to go!
I would've cared for you!
I would've rescued you!
There are still people who love you!
You didn't have to kill yourself!
You didn't have to die.
I can't believe you're dead.
I can't believe you're dead.
1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.
2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.
4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in lov
I don't write anymore. Not poems. I write short poems, they mean something. So I give them to people who need them. Here, nobody read. They may have skimmed, but poems are about a moment, and it isn't your moment. 42nddoctors@ Gmail.com. if you want ...
My writing time is going to be extremely limited for the next month or so. I'm in another online writing competition, so that is going to take most of my free time.
Sorry about that.
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