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Pro Found!

Incessantly obsessive to the point of no return And tortured by the figments of my own imagination Endless nightmares of slender pointed points that are pointy Of pencils that reverently glide on smoothly on every surface my consciousness can dream about And circles in my brain Round and round Circles so perfectly large Encompassing all that I know So gently and at the same time so haphazardly strewn about I just want it to stop Constantly restless in pursuit of all things unreachable And so all the more alluring to my greedy mind So obsessed So consumed with the littlest of details Fed up myself of my running around Trying to escape from the scary side that I can't deny I have inside I just want closure Want to be clear And in control And tame this wild crazy mind of mine Realising all my flaws altogether I get one whiff of attention And I'm consumed by it Driven solely by it Seriously wrong is something with me I need to relax my brain And learn to b

Quotes continued!

If you rest, you rust. Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. The truth you speak has no past and no future. It is, and that's all it needs to be. When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like ''Whaaat!'' Let ME become what I am, and then YOU and ME can consider becoming WE. If it's important, you'll find a way. If it's not, you'll find an excuse. Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up. The WHYs are for the wanderers and the HOWs are for the wonderers. All that you want and can be is all that you already are. Problem is an overprotective father of his shy but frustrated daughter Solution who eventually breaks free from his clutches. When you've come you've also gone from the place you've come from. Force yourself to get what you like or else you'll be forced to like what you get. Better prevent and prepare than repent and repair. The only real mistak

See plus plus, before C++

My wife I Love my wifi In the middle of Shanghai Where the birds they fly so very high And there I sit and sigh For my life seems to pass me by In times like these all I want to do sit wail and cry My life now seems dull and dry Once in a blue moon dear wife do you even utter a hi And I miss you so much, oh my But you just think I'm content with the wifi But my dear there's more to hear I won't lie Even though you may not know the root of pi I still love you I sometimes wonder why But you are walking away, just breezing by I can't stand it, yet again I cry And so I shall willingly my brain in deep oil fry And hope to slowly, painfully die For to dream again of us together is too hard to even try

Babbling, Bumbling Band of Baboons!

The tigress, head of the great baboons' congress Was in great distress For failing to impress And the baboons they started to get a little restless With the way the tigress Always seemed to be clueless About all things that should have kept her in abundant stress So she decided she would digress And start cleaning all the terrible mess She hoped this time she would win this political game much like chess And conquer votes if nothing else Against her opponents more blessed For short were their periods of recess And more conscientious they were about peace and silence For in a land where lay a huge abscess It was vital for there to be a more hands on chief I must confess Here it was not a matter of a lucky guess The baboons they looked the same, what likeness In thought too they were difficult to oppress So it came to pass and the baboons all said yes We need one of our own, one with utmost zest To stand up to the opponent and the tigress And claim what was alw

My theory about the names of months!

There is no doubt that the person who named all the months was a genius. My theory is that before he could pen them all down he told his son or friend and then passed away tragically and this friend/son was young and daft and so he struggled with the last 4 names. That's why there's ER from Septemb..errr, to DecembER! So technically it's supposed to be Septemb something, Octob something, Novemb something but he couldn't remember so he just ERr-ed. However it is likely there is no something after Decemb and it was intended to be Decemb only. He must have been wondering about a 13th name so he wrongly for one last time ERr-ed again. On the other hand it could be that the last 4 months are not ERrors after all and that they have EMBERS in them signifying the burning end that in this case is the year. But that is not fair to October who's stuck with an OBER (read ogre) and so is unhappily the odd one out and wants for it to get over! So yes I am content sticking with

Cornish Grapes... No. Rawest poem minus mystery!

Efforts to drive away this madness inside This overpowering drive I just want to be able to be as undefined as I can Unrefined thoughts in a orderly appearing mind I want to lend weight to my limitless imagination Fuel my undying desires And pursue my dreams without any inhibitions I want to be fearless And want to be inspired to do all this and all that I claim to know what I seek When what I seek is what I wouldn't naturally be drawn toward When what I know is enough to make me feel closed up than ever I need inspiration I need strength To go after all that I would never To do all that I can Not all that I must All that I must Is all I always do anyway So what point in such effort When I myself am driving toward the madness Instead of steering clear far far away And being what I always end up being With cowardice filled to the brim And all hope extinguished from my so very weak eyes

123rd Post!

Dear You, This is probably the gayest post I will have ever written. Actually I might write a lot gayer shit once we find each other (saying once I find you seems like I did all the work of finding). But I hope this is the gayest post anyway. Dear you who I will love ridiculously too much in the future. You and I have not met yet and am 20 so I have enough time. I think by 40 you should come around or I should come around to where you are (in case you're in Estonia or something.) Okay, you. I am deeply infatuated with the idea that we'll have a very nicely dramatic journey over which I will get to use all the many love songs I love so dearly on, to and for you. I don't think of myself to be a romantic person because that sounds gay in my head. (not gay in the homosexual way in case readers of this are a little too ignorant or sensitive but gay in the lame kind of sense. I only use gay for lack of a better word. I am unfortunately not as progressively good at my English.)

Fearless and Fiery Figments of Freedom

The power of the unsaid broken words born of a messed up broken world Can be seen in her eyes In the way she works and the way she slowly strides It's a daily grind Her life is one slow motion ride And her friends they say nothing For what friends she has all are but one Her little child is her everthing And her little baby is her only joy The only one in whom she finds no fear in her tiny blacker than black eyes Her baby will do the things That she could not afford to dream of doing She'll fly and she'll be fearless Without any woes Without misery

Bother Brother Breather Brothel Bladder Lather Broth

Betti was feeling particularly hot and bothered at the end of her hard work day at the brothel. As she sat to lather herself in the quaint little bath tub she felt like this was a breather she greatly deserved. Her brother sat in the foyer untying his shoes when suddenly he felt the urge to pee, his bladder engorging with 2 liters of pale yellow urine. He dashed into the toilet where Betti lay languidly in her tub the sounds of her breathing soft and mellow. As he relieved himself he realized he forgot all about the heavy meaty broth that was now quietly spilling over the edge of the earthen pot. As Bertie set the table in their dark almost formidable looking room Betti tip-toed her way in wearing her peach pink bathrobe, her feet still damp and soaked from her luxurious oatmeal and sandalwood bath. She dropped the expanse of her behind down onto the hugely dense and comfortable sofa and switched the stereo on. Tonight she was too tired to let the jazz special trouble her. Jazz remind

B&W

Black indicates depth while white assumes a paper like quality and thus in comparison falls flat in our imaginations. This is because we associate black with darkness and darkness incites fear of the unknown. Fear of lurking danger and unending creepiness. The presence of black holes in the universe is supportive to the theory of black having depth. Imagining a white hole is made difficult because of this. Although if you really think about it, white could have just as much depth if not more and could induce a lot of fear. White is blank. In a white world there would not be chaos at all. But instead a deepening sense of complete and utter deathlike silence that doesn't echo because there's nothing for it to bounce off on. Complete quiet that would cause a drastic opposite of the feeling of being peaceful. And then you have grey areas that connect the two on a whole new level. Grey would be too dull. I couldn't live in such a dismal world. I'd rather live in a fruit. Lik

Moon we meet again

The Moon is my nighttime mate Once a month the Moon is visible right through my window I lay myself down on my familiar pillow And gaze at my familiar moon It glows and shines and is forever silent Watchful And comforting The Moon is my forever friend. It's the only thing in my world That reminds me of the other worldly ness of the world Of several gazillion moons Orbiting several gazillion planets In several gazillion galaxies And those moons I'm sure Like my Moon Also have many blue black red pink alien friends Who like me On a night like this one Can see their Moon And gaze And be gazed at Thank you Moon I love you Moon You are as sure as the sun Although, in hindsight You are surer still For you don't give me any sun spots And don't threaten to kill me with your UV rays

Alphabets Explained

A is a triangle with legs B is 2 very close friends 1 and 3 C is half a circle D is a harp E is house F is a comb G is a step inside a C H is two friends shaking hands I is a really thin man J is a hook K is two arrows colliding L is a nose M is a V necked sleeveless top N is two friends one feet obsessed O is a circle P is a big head & breasted woman Q is a circle with a leakage problem R is a mannequin in a frock S is a snake ssss T is a thin man with a big flat hat U is an unbalanced cup V is an upside down mountain peak W is two upside down peaks X is 2 open mouths against another Y is a V with a downward leakage Z is a sleeping N

More quotes beechaze

It's not the broken dreams that break us, it's the ones we didn't dare to dream. More necessary than the truth is the requirement of truth. Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes. To be wise, make your own mistake. Don't let making a living prevent you from making a life. Your failures don't define you. Your response to them does. Time ripens all things. What is history, but a fable agreed upon? By its very nature, history is always a one-sided account. Judge a man's civility not by his compassion for his friends, but by his compassion for his enemies. Never make friends with an elephant keeper if you don't have room to entertain his elephant. It's very easy to pollute a river but not at all easy to unpollute it. My mind is a sanctuary for my dreams. If you believe in past lives, then it can be said that you believe that everyone

Fan Attics

I don't know why I bother writing nonsense sometimes!!! There's nothing wrong with being a fan of something. It's normal and healthy. But what happens when a fan starts to obsess over what it is he/she is fanning? A fanatic is born! Fanatics are nothing but fans who've gone insane from being locked in an "attic" wherein they create their own vastly misconstrued versions of whatever it is they're fanning. These attics are basically fans' own worlds where because they're deprived of their object of affection they start to over think and obsess over information about the fanee that they happen to think they know because they were told it with such confidence by whatever means.

Vogegot. #115

Twiddling thumbs Ogling at the road bumps Dwindling seconds of the night The space is black like outer should be And the moon is a persevering little thing Sure there can exist white in black But where is there ever a place or time for black to venture into white? Lurking forever on the outside Borderline and so always just on the border. But if the black borders white Isn't the white bordering black too I wonder Yes in the big picture Like yin and yang There is no such black blasphemous border For it's all part of the endlessness of the pie that's the universe Which is an untouched pie Who would hope to digest one of such magnitude? None, there is nothing that could Besides, no one dare would The title Vogegot is a made up word I actually dreamed about the other night. It was about some very nice guy I meet and at the end of our meeting I am given a skype id with the words Vogegot. I haven't tried looking for this username yet but my oh my will I b

My Kimya Dawson Covers

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I love this woman, she's given me a lot! Music and other wise :) Chemistry The Competition Lullaby For The Taken I Will Never Forget I Like Giants Underground Cheers =D

A Forever Kind of Love With Clouds.

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I wish you could see the beauty of the sky when it's flooded so wonderfully with clouds the way I see it It's so grandly set and yet ever moving The blueness of the sky set against the fluffiness of the soft and comfortable white clouds.

Another cynical rant about love I wrote a long time ago

The idea of being in love and staying in love for life is moronic. Who is willing to share all their important feelings and events with just one person? What purpose does it serve knowing exactly what your partner ate all day? You're not going to do a stool test and investigate if all the items are present in it's shitty form are you? Then what is the point? Why are we so bent on making our lives surround one person? Isn't our life enough? Why can't we be content with loving just ourselves and our dear ones. Why is there a need to find that one special someone. And how do you know that person is the one anyway? You don't. It just happens. When you want something bad enough you make it work, and it would work if the potential partner is even a little interested. Once the catch is fresh it can easily be fried or cooked nicely to your personal taste. I don't believe I will fall in love to such an extent that I will constantly text and talk on the phone and get rest

Norwegian Mulberry

Whispers in the air in a language long forgotten Whispers that would lead the world to it's true glory if one only lent one ear to listen Not two, just the one ear will have to do For the whispers are loud enough to be heard by one ear And yet it's not heard at all, by any one 82 billion years have since passed Not a soul had yet responded to his feeble call Forgotten the dialect stays but still the Whisperer never gives up One day, one person will hear He's weary, so very weary of this overdue and unfinished task So deeply entrusted by The One He cannot give up, not now when he's waited this long Louder he will whisper for that's all he can do Futile it might be for the world is going to get noisier still What chance does He hold of saving the world Close to nothing. So on the lone Whisperer lives With one hope and one supreme message Once it's delivered He'd be set free He would cease to whisper And so he himself will cease to be Which

Welsh Watermelons

Zack and Phil made burgs on the grill And fell prey to sonorous laughter 'Cause shacks were few and slacks were lewd In the beach town of Gringrosher And there they stayed with sweet summery bouquets Sprawling gardens rich with floppy farters Who smelled like roses on decorative coffins  Of long dead and forgotten corpses There in the sand lay a pebble so grand For it spoke and sounded sharper Than any other pebble if there were any other That bespoke and made one slaughter

Another Nonsense Post

I stumbled across this too and thought hell might as well put this up too and delete from the computer: Written in August, '10 Sometimes it's okay to cry. sometimes it's good too. more the tears, signify you're closer to no tears at all. you could write someone off your conscience, your mind, your everything the more you cry about that person. Because after a while. the tears don't come anymore. Maybe I am getting bitter. But every single time I cry. It's more for you, than it is because of you. And honestly. I don't think the tears have helped my case much. Even after I am done with them I cannot erase or deny not feeling what I feel. I feel overwhelmed. Every time I think of you. And as much as I say I am over you. I am still nervous when you're around. I am so glad you're so far away. Is that a terrible thing to say? It's okay to want and need and dream about reciprocation. I am not hurting anyone. I hate her. I hate y

What is Love?

I wrote this 2 years ago and thinking it was too lame to be put up I didn't. But I stumbled across it now and realized I have WAY too much nonsense up on this blog and it's not like anyone's judging/reading so might as well put this shit up too. Here goes: Now I'm going to start rambling about this. You've probably stumbled across this sort of post around many blogs because it's so overdone, but, i'm in a cheesy mood right now and this train of thought has entered my station of mind so i've decided to go ahead and go on with it and ramble because cheesy's all i've got, for now. So, my (loyal or forced-at-gun-point) readers, i'm going to start this cheesy ramble. Be warned. Okay, now, every person at some point in their lives begin to question oneselves, others, just question, what is love? And I at 17 it's just been long enough for me to come to terms with this great word and start to understand and analyse it. So here comes the ra

More Quotes!

God was devised by man to escape fear. History is just a set of lies everyone has agreed upon. It's never dark enough for the moonlight to shine through Sometimes the only person that can fix you is the one that broke you. We are tomorrow's past. Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. God always punishes us for what we can't imagine. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh. Delay is preferable to error. Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs. The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory. Thought is free. Prior planning and preparation prevents poor performance. It is far better to discharge one's prescribed duties, even though faultily, than another's duties perfectly. Destruction in the course of performing one's own duty is better than engaging in another's

Freedom is Grossly Underrated

It was an odd day of sorts. In the morning she woke up of her own accord without the faithful supplication of her alarm. In the afternoon she found 2 different coloured and styled slippers, one of right and one of left each sitting right in the middle of the street, in perfect, almost comical arrangement. And in the night she Vicks-ed her lips and Vaseline-d her nose as she sat in the dark in front of her closet. It was tingling, her mouth felt like the aroused tips of mint leaves. She was the queen of attention to detail, or so she believed. But today all her basic instincts were off. It was one of those days where before you cross the road you forget to look left and right, you look only right, and cross, and yet miraculously survive. As she lay herself down on the bed she saw a speck of silver bright light, ever so subtle and lonely, like a lost little boy, blink out of the darkness. Tonight he's coming, she thought. She knew it deep down. It had been long since this h

Love is, indeed, real

A woman aged 17, gentle at heart and sound of mind, and pink of health, got married to a man of 27, strong of build, and equally solid of character. This story is set in Mumbai, India. Slummy Mumbai might I add. It was like most indian marriages arranged very ideally by well meaning and sensible parents. Now let's name them since I didn't know of their names. The man seemed very Raju ish. And the woman seemed very Aradhana ish. Okay so, Raju and Aradhana lived a nice enough life and from the love they shared soon a baby boy was conceived. Aradhana, 19 and heavily pregnant was rushed to the hospital one early February morning when her water broke. Raju was at her side, at his supportive strong best. The doctors decided after hours of deliberation that a C-section would be the best course of action to take and Raju not being able to see his wife in the pain she was going through, readily consented. 22 years later, I was at that same hospital. It was my 7th or 8th visit in the

Icelandic - she said she will learn. Self teach, at that.

Stones they come and stumbling you run You take one you lose one and still the pain's just the same There's fear in the eyes of the onlookers There's fear in your own eyes The same night, the same bed, the same phone, the same feelings Some things never change Constantly I drift and consistently I am driven to doubt Doubt of self Doubt of people Doubt of the world in general Some people never change This world is blue and so many other colours But I love blue I love the band the colour the genre the dog the bruise the sky the sea But mostly I just love being blue.

PUHHH-GGGGGZZZZZZ

The ideal getaway Is someplace far away In a sky full of misty rays And a sea full of wondrous waves Here joy of the heart stays ablaze None no more can hold your gaze The world is no longer black it's grey Everything of awe ceases to amaze You're Earth's daughter who daily does gaily graze You're sure this is not just a phase In the meadows the pugs you chase This is not a game of charades This is your life The life you decorated with finest lace Aditi 's awesome reply to my poem: Your beautiful convolutedness has left me in a daze, my vision is a blur, all haze. I can compare this song to everything but a donkey's brays. Haha nice, the look on thy face, i have but certainly taken thy case. But life is nothing but a race, all these niceties they do unfaze. But running after pugs, why that's only your craze. I suggest in the yellow afternoon sun you laze. And let your wondrous thoughts set your pen ablaze. Section 377 has liberated the gays!

Ship Salamandar sails with sordid men, with great solidarity in the sunshine.

It's never dark enough for the moonlight to shine through City lights are bright and cruel The stars they lay hidden behind clouds of smoke and dust It's not quiet, it's loud, it's uncomfortable Lying in the bed all you hear is the road There is no clarity in my vision The smog blurs everything This city is big, this city is too big for me to live in I'm getting away soon The stars they call to me The soft white clouds elsewhere are so tempting I'm going to explore the world I'm going to seize my chances

My Original Compositions!

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"Nothing" "Sometimes"

100th Post!!!

Orange Roses in Greenland Prepare to die Bsalmermouth This land is forbidden to all but I We will not tolerate encroachments Just as you are lactose intolerant Inked is my heart with the bold letters of your name Pierced is my conscience with the claws of guilt And out oozes the filthy blood of the unpardonable Why did the old man cry? Why did the old woman sigh? Of these designs, I am not acquainted with This texture is so complex and alien to me For what I seek is yet unfound And what I have already is all but gone Unsung heroes are singing still And I am distraught and bound by my own shackles Love was never comfortable Never before have I surrendered like so If God could cry a million times Would it suffice, Would it suffice? And if you never looked back You would win, You'd be victory.

Lalaou

Trring---Trrrring-----Trrrrring. For the umpteenth time Gareth snoozed his  alarm on his shiny new phone and it felt like it had been ringing a million  times. He fought waking up so hard this morning because, one, he was getting  to sleep for this long, after long and two, because he was having the best d ream about Trisha and himself. The girl in question was someone he'd been  infatuated with for two years. She worked in his office six months ago as an intern and although he had not seen her since, he had been content with  stalking her Facebook page first thing in the morning and other times in the  day.Gareth smiled, his cheeks reddening at the thought of her gorgeous face and  never ending long legs as he jumped out of bed. He ran a cold shower, gobbled  a measly coffee and muffin-from-last-week and rushed to work in his new  shiny car. He was crossing a signal and before he could turn left; which was his everyday route, he went right as he had suddenly, as if it was a