

Self ExpressionI am encouraged by many to gather my thoughts and feelings, and present them to the world in poetry. Though I find it rather difficult to develop phrases or even piece together words that emulate my true thoughts or feelings, as I could never fully express myself through any medium, spoken or written (or any other medium for that matter). Nothing will truly come close to describing my inner sentiments, as I cannot fathom on how to decipher them and process them into logical and true statements. Though it can be exceptionally satisfying, expressing oneself to the world. I am content with my dissent towards expressing myself. As I know what I fSelf Expression


Nature: OceanAs I walk along the beach, with a faint mist on the breeze, I look abroad. I gaze out into the clear undulating waves, divided by the glow of the sun's rays across its horizon. The sea slowly tailors to its work, and as if it be the maid of the earth, slowly clearing the landscape of its imperfections and grievances. Though as I take a glance at my feet, I find nature's artwork, it's never ending creations. The patterns the clear liquid creates seem to be flawless in all aspects, until presented with the human aspect. As anything I try to add takes away from nature's serene quality. Then among the patterns I see many creatures, past and preseNature: Ocean


MoroseThese days, it’s all the same, the rains clouds are gone, though I wish they would be here everyday. But when the clouds above drop cool rain, it hits the ground and makes its own southing song. I listen to it, and it relieves me of my hate. I watch as it glides down the window, thinking why life is moving so fast and not slow. Why the things in my mind won’t last and why I’m in woe. The problem it seems to be is my own making. The faces I want to see, but walls and a glowing light confine me. Slowly the sloth has pulled itself on my head, and I sit here thinking, is silence only for the bed? Am I just a boat that’s sinking? Where am I to go?Morose


TimeTimeTime
Plants grow
Seasons change
Falling of snow
Like the turning of a page Things go passing by
So quickly it seems
Like a bird taking off to fly
But you’ll always have to be keen
Or you’ll miss it
And there will be no memory
So watch it and never quit
Or it will all be history
But is this all real? Or is it just a fantasy
Do we really feel?
Or is our perception our boundary?
Like a door That has a lock
A plac
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私は緑の鶏です。...テク (*`◇´*)
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Kevin Sandusky: Tugg. Tugger. You're the last piece of the puzzle buddy. We need you! Your men need you. Are you with us?
Tugg Speedman: [pause] I'm a rooster illusion.
Kevin Sandusky: Fuck it. We'll deal with him later.
how goes the band?
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Kevin Sandusky: Tugg. Tugger. You're the last piece of the puzzle buddy. We need you! Your men need you. Are you with us?
Tugg Speedman: [pause] I'm a rooster illusion.
Kevin Sandusky: Fuck it. We'll deal with him later.
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Kevin Sandusky: Tugg. Tugger. You're the last piece of the puzzle buddy. We need you! Your men need you. Are you with us?
Tugg Speedman: [pause] I'm a rooster illusion.
Kevin Sandusky: Fuck it. We'll deal with him later.
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Kevin Sandusky: Tugg. Tugger. You're the last piece of the puzzle buddy. We need you! Your men need you. Are you with us?
Tugg Speedman: [pause] I'm a rooster illusion.
Kevin Sandusky: Fuck it. We'll deal with him later.
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theres only 2 lolas in this world
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