Till a silence fellI long so much for that baseline where I don't feel where the sideline is too extreme where there are no turnovers no teams but it's vacantTill a silence fell
It's like I'm squatting on the 20th floor of a 10 story building shivering in the atmosphere of the days relentlessly wasted of the existence I've embraced
And I bet if you could ask me if I could change anything I'd say no but why do we lie to ourselves
Can we not just let the shallowness slide and abide by the fickle demands of our fickle souls
So let me know when you reach that emotional plateau above the city of feelings and earnestness and stability
I UtterGtfo my life my heart my brain it burns me turns me and lowers me into the pitI Utter
I’m dying aware yet dying in there in your thoughts your dreams that’s left in life’s coffin
I cannot see but two feet in front of me as I stumble through right and wrong and deep dark eyes telling me it’s my destiny to do what threatens me more than all secular tripe
It’s the depth of the night the small silver string caught between our souls that lets me know when you twang when you tighten when you relax and when you go when you
Go go away from my thoughts
Gtfo my life befo
ExistenceIn my life I've found that I can never be perfect, and if I asked anyone else they would probably say the same. We are all imperfect, but that is only because we are all free. For example, a rock is perfectly a rock but it can never chose anything else. It just is. It can never make a choice to change itself for the better or worse. It is completely perfect and without freedom. Ideals are the same way, freedom, bravery, cowardice, love, hate, friendship, camaraderie etc. And people constantly try to live up to these ideals. For example, a few days ago I went to a resturaunt and was served by a waiter. He brought the food out and kept us refilExistence
When She Walks ByWhen she walks by, My heart races, Angels cry, And gods hide their facesWhen She Walks By
When she walks by, The blind can see, The deaf can hear, And the birds can sing
Lovers would leave, And the world lament, The preachers would sin, And dollars would be spent
For none but I, Know of the beauty she holds, Her beautiful mind, Her beautiful soul
The way she moves, The scars of her past, Her quality I see, That no other could surpass
I’m not sure what she meant to me, But now my heart always soar
Zhe CommunismThe world is at a time where in all countries you are either rich or poor, there is no in-between. There are the working and the others that control the working, the poor having never lost their riches for they never had riches. They believe that they can fully control the thing they hate more than anything else, love more than anything else, and would risk their life to defend; this thing is called their government.Zhe Communism
In modern day democracy, in the most developed countries (US), is only being deserved to be called democracy only up to the high ranks (Congress, Pres, etc.). For the people only have control of who goes into office
Who I Am
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