We all have a poetic sence within ourselves. This comes from being unique within ones self. No other like me exists, different sight, sound and mind. Come in, see what's inside me, deep within my soul. My mind sufficates with love, pain and sorrow. Stimulating my entire existance. Come, I'll show you my heart. The most complicated of all creations. Emotionaly unstable, but yet who is'nt.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Uniquely Me...
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Your a liar, your all liars. You say you want this, you say you want that! You say you want someone to make you feel this and that, but your a liar! You live in a fantasy world, because reality is to disappointing. Where "TV and WWWEB" dictates What you should eat, what you should waer and what you should look like."PROGRAMMED", who to date, who to hate and who to love. As if love can be, wherever you want it to be. Your a liar! everything about you is a lie. From dying your hair to wearing make-up and plastic on your eyes. Your a liar! Pretending to be someone your not. Why do you hate the real you so much? Your beautiful just how you are. Why do you hate yourself? Your lovely just as you are. Love cannot be found in other places if it does'nt exist within.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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You have dared to cross the boundaries beyond the limit of your imagination, because beyond this point and within these texts lies truth, pain, sorrow and the unexplained. Are you willing to absorb my thoughts and concepts.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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It came to me by thought a certain type of emotion.
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Time is neither here nor there, Time is within itself. It exists only within it's presence, in our presence, in present state. The past and future only exists in our mind, because of present time. Our ability to remember and plan, creates an illusion of time past or coming future. Time's only real existence is actually the present. Only our ability to live within the present can change our mental emotions and physical feelings, hence our ability to falsely live life in an existence that is not reality.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Waking up from a dream and realizing these thoughts and feelings are'nt my own. Yet they are flowing through me. Without hesitation I caress my pen with paper and create what is now within a trance.
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Lingering within the confines of my subconscious, they still remain.
Pieces of faded pictures from past occurrences seem as though they took place in someone else's life.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Written minutes after waking up, from hanging with past acquaintances.
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