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Pastier a helikopteraNeodhadzuj sveta žiaľ, Prehnaný moment Sveta borec, blúdiaci časom Okrem kráľovPastier a helikoptera
sú všetci mŕtvi, v prenesenom význame Nechceš zaspávať na mokrom skle V črepoch sa skrýva dvojaký pocit Prestúpia ťa. Pretrvajú. Prebúdzaš v sebe nedotknuteľný sen Ostávajú minúty postupností a krás Odmietaš odísť
by ~CarrieBlanchett
Take a piece of paper, pleaseI draw a man I draw a circle for the head The long straight line will be the body I tie the arms with two thin threads And stick two legs of graphiteTake a piece of paper, please
He can't see very far His legs are weak The pencil didn't curve his mouth
In the shape of a smile
But he has a funny round and pointed
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by ~CarrieBlanchett
VisionI have a roomVision
where the sun never shines I have a space where the air doesn't move
Fourteen black horses
Canter along the sea Washing the dirt off Until they reach the edge Until they learn
by ~CarrieBlanchett
Wasted TimesThere'sWasted Times
No one to influence Nothing to create ...le-tar-gy... Makes me waste what has been given to me I Am Falling Asleep The less I think The more I shrink And I think Tears are better than surrender
With the mind open I let the particles of cold Strike my face Embrace my body Refresh my mind I am alive So alive
by ~CarrieBlanchett
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a curious thoughtNo gale of palaver or surmising will sail a pinnace beyond her taciturn waves.a curious thought
by ~wakeuposleeper
DaiseyOf simplistic nature A single outlier in the meadow In the grass a graceful daiseyDaisey
Electricity moves swift through the intricacies of my nerves And braided together And at the center a beautiful daisey
A daisy petal flys in the wind Where is he going? Where ever he is led
Golden pollen compliments the daisey's skin Golden sun Whitest snow Pollen and petals
Though an enormous tree stands behind the daisey It is ever outshined
I want to pluck it from the dirt Live in a vase with me We'd be surrounded my restraining
by ~Phoenix-Delphi
Social SilenceMy mind burning,Social Silence
Speak!
I try, Freedom. Where? Are passions so dangerous? Speak, speak,
What do you think?
I want to speak Rudeness! Fall dumb. What were you thinking? Someone would take offense Someone would care. Someone might be listening Why won’t you tell me?
I can’t help my passion, The words,
They run, push. I try not to care... I care though. Speak, please speak, Do you forgive me?
Forgive me for speaking, I can’t help myself.
by ~reflection13
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"Âgonog hathe sâlm, thêlog hathe thêl."
"The looks catch the eye, the personality catches the soul."
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"Âgonog hathe sâlm, thêlog hathe thêl."
"The looks catch the eye, the personality catches the soul."
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This is my sense of the absurd and ridiculous.
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~Clare~
"There is no sanctuary for the damned, no salvation for the wicked, only sweet insanity, a small break from reality. A minor taste of what could be, if we unchained our minds, and set them free"
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Intelligence is the ability to avoid doing work, yet getting the work done.
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Intelligence is the ability to avoid doing work, yet getting the work done.
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