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If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and si

Russian Grapefruit

Drawing with withdrawal Seeing through the darkest glass Speaking with the quietest voice Walking with toes curling backwards Meek toes that delude themselves into feeling like they could convince the rest of the foot to turn back Stupid, hopeful, powerless toes Chubby big toe barely curled up The Cartman of the group The realist, resigned and only too happy to lay back with it's ingrown nail Ingrown nails in itself are stubborn little things Realism can be so delusional in such a case But this poem, this sorry excuse for one, it's not about my stubby toes It's about sheep The counting of sheep When there seems to come no sleep And the hill looks steep And the mind takes a big leap A leap of faith, so simple to take, starts to seep This is so shallow, definitely not deep And so I shall stow all my heavy thoughts in a heap And get on that sheep stalking sleep jeep And surprise hello the sweetest one, I cheekily peep As I sowed I shall now reap In real

Big brave bear, do you dare to bear what I dare to bare?

Brushing my mince meaty molars by the window at noontime while questioning my major meaningless morals. The nightmare phase is the best phase. The phase of inspiration, the phase where this blog is given the attention it surely must deserve. "It's all in your head," she always so surely asserts. What does she know, for she is headless and her eyes are her nipples, her belly button the hole through which she breathes and the 3 holes southward she uses to speak with, each louder as you descend to the last smelly one. Not that I would go sniffing about. I'm just assuming it is smelly because she has bad breath when she uses her loudest hole to speak and because she can be such an all-knowing self-righteous bitch sometimes. She takes my small soft chubby hands in her unnaturally large rough man hands and she tells me it will all make sense sooner than I can imagine it being simple enough to sweep sneakily under the wall unit when no one's looking. Dark disturbing de

Moar Coatz

Discover your own discontent, and be grateful, for without divine discontent, there would be no creative force. Never give up on something you really want. It's difficult to wait but it's better than having regrets. I wish there was a way to know you're in the "good old days" before you've actually left them. Don't be just a means to an end. Be the end. Your end, all's end. All's well that ends well. And you're well. When you are raw, real, and reckless about what you feel with the wrong person you will end up becoming cautious, caustic and callous towards a lot of things. When you feel like you've failed and you're down in the dumps, it feels like you have nothing else to lose. But that is when you should realise that you having nothing to lose is when you stand in a position where there is everything to gain. The difference between failure and success is the same as the difference between being able and being willing. Y