Please read...worthwhile, I think. You can decide for yourself when you're finished. isn't it peculiar? I do not continue because there are so many peculiar things in the world. why is that we have so much figured out about ourselves, how we can analyze our anatomy down to the last molecule, but we don't really know much about anything at all? I am just a young poet, lost in this world without any purpose but to question my existence. and quite frankly, many people have ideas about the purpose of life, but no one is really sure which one is right. I know my purpose, I think. But do you know yours? Do we know ours? I don't know, I just don't know! What is life but to sit at your computer, slaving away, dreaming up your reality when it could be sitting right in front of you? What is life but to ponder, to try to comprehend? No one has the answers, no one knows the facts! We can only guess, we can only use the word of mouth, and is that good enough for some? We believe, we dream, we take no action. What do we do now? We are utterly trapped in a tiny sphere of existence, with no way to know for sure what lies beyond. I believe what I believe to be true, and I believe it to be honest and good. I exist separately from the world, as do you. As does everyone. We can become firefighters or doctors or carpenters, thinking this, surely this, is the purpose of my life. Is it, though? I can't even begin to muster the courage to do much of anything, and perhaps we as humans are meant to simply...live. Maybe we were never meant to wonder about the paranormal, to doubt our very existence, but of course we do anyway. Maybe we tend to overthink a bit, when all He wanted us to do was live. more poetry on my other account freefall_
noseogefil posted a quote
May 31, 2013 10:02pm UTC
we got our yearbooks today and the theme is YOLO THE THEME OF THE ENTIRE BOOK IS YOLO AND TEACHERS INTERVIEWED KIDS ON WHAT YOLO MEANS TO THEM AND THE WORD YOLO IS LITERALLY ON EVERY PAGE THERE ARE HIDDEN YOLO WORDS THROUGHOUT THE BOOK WHAT DO I DO NOW
You'll be loved, you'll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday, you will be loved. - someday you will be loved -
I'm afraid of death by Kathleen Ossip I’m afraid of death because it inflates the definition of what a person is, or love, until they become the same, love, the beloved, immaterial. I’m afraid of death because it invents a different kind of time, a stopped clock that can’t be reset, only repurchased, an antiquity. I’m afraid of death, the magician who makes vanish and who makes odd things appear in odd places—your name engraves itself on a stranger’s chest in letters of char.
The worst part about being a celiac is knowing that when you get a stomachache, you know it's actually the sensation of your intestines being slowly torn to pieces. welcome to my world, ladies and gentlemen
how I think I would react in an emergency: Stay calm. Knock out bad guy with wicked ninja skills. Call 911. how I would actually react in an emergency: *curls into fetal position* OMG OMG OMG I'M GONNA DIE OMG
other users: follow me and make my follower count 69?! me: you should follow me because... if you take 71 (my follower count) and add 43 and then divide by 2 and then subtract 9 and then add 23 you get 71 i'm magic follow me
guy friend: what do you want to be when you grow up? me: I want to be a poet. I want to express my feelings through words and become famous and just every day have words, words, words everywhere. I dream about publishing a book full of poetry that perfectly, somehow describes the universe. I want to capture reality and put it onto paper. me: me: me: me: *erases* me: I wanna be a vet
I promised you open ocean glow Mother of pearl, gold, and indigo Cut through the waves, I watched you swim away I'll never love you more than today Would you be there, Be there, Be there for me? Would you be there, Be there, Be there for me? Now black light sets on my short day Oh, you betrayed me, you gave it away You don't mind picking up salt to rub into my wounds Would you be there, Be there, Be there for me? Would you betray me, Or save me? Save me from you? Miami by foals
noseogefil posted a quote
April 26, 2013 8:18pm UTC
so the ice cream truck in our city comes around every summer. but it doesn't come to my neighbohood. It comes to the one RIGHT NEXT TO MINE. So every summer I have to listen to the happy music and delighted screams of children while I quietly sob into my pillow.