| A tribute to one of my favorite poems of all time, Thomas Gray's Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard. |
| A tribute to one of my favorite poems of all time, Thomas Gray's Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard. |


Arbitrary Thoughts: Vol. IILoveArbitrary Thoughts: Vol. II
When it comes to love, what one deserves is not as important as what one wants, and, more importantly, what one feels.
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In order to love someone else, one must first love ones self. If one cannot reconcile his or her own differences, how can one understand someone else enough to love them? This has a snowball effect as it travels inward toward the core of a persons beliefs: If one is an adulterer, how can they judge or deride other adulterers? An excuse for this behavior is that of reformation; if it is in a persons past, they can believe that their experience with the sordid is


Arbitrary Thoughts: Vol. ISelf-ReflectionArbitrary Thoughts: Vol. I
I fully admit that I have, on occasion, manifested any various numbers of extreme reactions to situations via the Internet for the express purpose of attracting attention to myself. I will freely admit that I felt as though I needed this attention for a degree of self-validation. If you have criticism you would like to offer for these messages, past or present, perhaps you should first consider offering me help or simply asking how I am doing. If you think I write these notes for attention stop reading now and deny me that which you think I require. I will admit that I do enjoy knowing that people read them, and I


Only YesterdayThis is how things change when some things stay the same and all at once I realize theres nothing left here to revise.Only Yesterday
I knew Id never get enough of when my fingers felt the subject of desire now I know I never had enough.
I weep for things I wish I knew like the last night we spent together when we still didnt know what a week could do and theres still so much Id redo.
You held me close on a freezing night this was how we walked when our legs were giving up and we laughed until you sang to me until I th


Doctor Dirty NeedlesZombie medicine Drunken witchcraft Voodoo madness Faith healer, nonbeliever Mercy Mercy killer Doctor Doctor dirty needlesDoctor Dirty Needles
A partial lobotomy For 19 pieces of silver In square coins only Ringing like bells Inside his cavernous palms All dues are paid in full Through bloodshot eyes A subliminal agenda Slips between the tangled web of senses Fear of anesthesia Envision total control Pulling strings like stitches Surgical bondage Working the fingers down to the bone Working the bones down to the marrow
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Of my own work:
My Favorite: Smoke And Mirrors.
Everyone Else's: Existential Word Search.
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Of my own work:
My Favorite: Smoke And Mirrors.
Everyone Else's: Existential Word Search.
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Existentialism.
Surrealism.
Love.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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