Sing of pain
For there’s nothing more to gain
It’s known
That we have all faced this alone
We despaired
Because we though no one cared
An out reached hand
But I can no longer stand
It’s now too late for me
Fools, one and all, flee
Stop the lies
It won’t stop the cries
Of pain and suffering
For life isn’t buffering
It continues on and on
Till all but one are gone
normalize platonic “flirting”!!!! i just wanna be able to compliment my friends and point out little things i like about them!! i want to make them smile and have playful banter and laugh together and see them smile!!!!!!!!!!
— Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time
[text ID: Perhaps the meaning of all human activity lies in the artistic consciousness, in the pointless and selfless creative act?]
…… was his first and original sword, after Arthur broke Caliburn, he then gave it to Merlín who brought it to the lady of the lake. She then gave Excalibur to Arthur, who went on to many adventures and quests to be a good king of Camelot.
Three words..
My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID
The possessive way you looked at me
My window screeching far to loud
That night you chose me from the crowd
Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew
The nightmare that you’d put me through
A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress
A knife, a rose, a fucking mess
Sudden pain and flashing lights
Monitors beeping, a fight for life
But there you were, beside the bed
Those three words.. that’s all you said
To save my life, I ran away
With three new words, be not afraid.
Tell me a story
Tell me a story, a story unheard
Where in whisper so silent
Only few can be lured
If we knew what they all meant
Our lust might be cured
For curiosity is the cats game
And satisfaction will purr
The greed for knowledge, a name,
Can be caught only by a word.
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
*sits forward in my wizard chair* Ah yes...i have just the remedy for such an ailment. *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a str
Shove the evil inside, by feeding the good.
Let no evil thought be unaccompanied by a kind act.
Let no sin be forgotten unless repented and replaced with a kindness.
Weather small or large it is the intention behind it that matters.
So let evil try, for I will kill it,
With my kindness
Give me a few words I’ll make it poetry or share my own.This will be their home. I like chaos and not much else, I also don’t know how to use any social media.
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