I'm Writing This Piece Should NOT Speak What Kind of SO weak Instead of People Over Here Are Losing While Things He Says People Are Murdered Killing MORE It IS What Do You Say What's The Quote Like THIS Are SO But Are What's In Is NOT Clear Cut Messed Up Do Governments DO What's Right For How Many Girls Cos' A Guy Looks Cool See What I Mean Let's Go Back To My When You Come Out Your Mouth Cos' It's Part of Life If It's Provide A Let Me What I Mean If Your Girls' This Might Jump In Bed With Her This Will Get Her But Should Her Wandering Just For YOU Put Some This May Get You Make This These Are Things You I'm Merely Suggesting Things You Could Do Wrong Doings Done To But If You'd Rather You Probably Have Like The AD Says So Maybe What's Right Hmm, what to say, as i'm now reading this myself, for the first time in many years, not sure what inspired it, but, the hypocrisy of government representatives was as good a starting point as any!!!
Xandra Lynch Dec Nat Lipstadt Jun Songs of Oregon: No. Willow shade Mar 5. Philosophical consolations. I took care of others, walked in their shoes, got their trivial pains and forgot my loyal legs If I present you the baneful thorns I have trodden, would you be ready to follow me again and barefoot? My mind will always be bitterly cold as an intact valley and never understood Though I am sure that you do not care, I feel well, very well, except longing. Your dreams are flailing even everywhere while I try to stop contemplating You know, I am a bit chatty when I am inspired and the poet inside me never gets tired.
You can't grasp how painful it is to emanate a poem, how you go out of your infatuated mind When 'clevers' seek for justice, but only for themselves, there is nothing else purer than the tears of madmen. So, happiness would have been an evident injustice, if all of the people attained their desires.
I have faced many types of mental battles, but no war is harder than the lack of love inside. Love is living your life for another one's sake, sacrificing everything with honor and pride Now I am sure that there exists no hate, but just does the love of hatred indeed. Before the absurdness of irrevocable fate only love will save us in eternity No feeling will help you to be deeply blessed while mass is spurious and loners are obsessed However, Invincible I am before such odd jobs and I have found ways to keep myself up.
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Now I live slowly till the time begins to blur, paradoxes take place within my dark thoughts, I divide the time to its perpetual aeons, all the rules and limits I swear to deny and save the endless time when we were eye to eye Through your looks the heavenly sky is clear and all the possibilities are real there My benevolent angel, let the eternity recur from the start, only the eyes of blinds do not show their hearts I feel very sorry and deeply upset, when the human inside silently regrets Yet I am too clumsy to move mountains, to achieve sanctity which I want to serve.
I wish I made you happy at my any chance, But I can only make you happiness itself Leila Valencia Apr 3. Blue Depth. I turn my head to the most beautiful sight of all - the sapphire, green-brown, grey ocean. Breath In The thick blue ocean that rolls, churns, and glistens.
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And the glisten slices, the glistening currents. The ripples that move the ripples that have no ending or beginning. It smooths out. It rounds out. It rolls out, it crashes down. Its beauty is truly found within its movement. I see this giant blue gulp, of sea of truly magnificent bodies of water held in a single space.
As I see the land overturn over: In new shapes, colors, lengths, and everything that contrasts one thing to another I just see so much brightness, dimness, and something that overturns into another. Without realizing it I just fell into a deep sleep. I fell into something so deep. I felt the ocean's arms embracing me. I love the ocean.
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This is my ode to the ocean. Jolan Lade Jun Just a thought, something we forgot? Shirt on, tie and suit Rushing out the door in new shoes in hot pursuit after the buss Onboard, looking for a free seat Looking for new people to meet Of the buss, rushing to Uni Have to be there before eight I'm late, guess that's just fate Ready to study, human philosophy Human evolution, what a catastrophe A real equation, philosophical question, then the answer and a spicy evaluation Not what we thought, something we forgot?
I guess not. Thinking really hard Well, I'm not all that smart An Ode to P. My, my. Isn't that a pertinent philosophical question? Spring , and I took Intro to Philosophy because there was nothing else open. It was there I fell in love with philosophy and developed a man-crush on Professor Paul Banyascki. I even took Logic the next semester because it was the only other class he taught, and there I fell in love with Logic.
Philosophy was all about the "philos" for me.
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Great teacher, great classes! These words were inscribed in the margin of my ubiquitous spiral-bound notebook Jessica Jul 9. Too Deeply. This life is sadly mundane Too fickle and trivial a place to be.
Mysteries, truth, unconditional emotions- Come easily to me. A little philosophical rain Falls gingerly across their skin Whenever trivial pain Might storm. As, I have always treasured The depths. Rick Warr Nov Nicolai Alexander Goff Aug The sun shines on this withered Oak Tree. As he walked through a forest he knew so long ago, He sees a withered oak. A proud thing. A proud memory. A proud day. A proud history.
And yet all he feels now is the darkness of the shadow it casts. He sees the leaves the rain soaks. He has no song to sing. He has nothing to be. He has gone no way. He has her in his dreams. The rain continued as his clothes get wet, smiling at the memory of their first kiss. It was like this It was something to see. It was something to light their day.
It was something meant to be. He sighed and sat down under the far reach of the branches and watched the drops float down slowly; watching them made him happy, and yet they made him sad. They reminded him of the way the were happy, then sad. He laughed at his deep, philosophical banter. Is this not like our love, my dear? We simply dry our selves and go on with our full lives again And with that his thoughts were clear as he sat in that knoll. Under and on that withered oak. Its leaves laughing with the memories. Laughing at the two of them.
Sighing at the sight of them. Praying for the child of them.
And with that rain, each drop gave life to the leaves. That grand oak. Withered under its memories Laughing at its own roots. Barely a look under mans boots. And yet, still strong enough to give its support. And found him lying there. His skin still so fair. But pale in comparison of what it used to be.
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So she played there with him. Laughing with the tears of the sky.
At what they used to be. The sun shines, and a shadow under them begins to bloom, letting the sun do what it pleases on their skin.
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