I really should write something,
Anything would be better than nothing,
...scratches head.
...takes a drag of a Newport cigarette.
I'm not really the best poet,
Maybe the best of the worst,
But certainly not of best,
...takes another drag.
...drinks some strawberry kool-aid.
Yeah,
I certainly can't think of anything,
...lights another cigarette.
Well there was that one idea I had,
But I'm not sure if I'm ready yet,
Putting it in poem form,
...sighs.
...taking in another drag.
Life,
Death,
Decisions,
Happiness,
Sadness,
Miracles,
All that I have ever written about,
All that I have ever pondered about,
Writing every poe
If I am not perfect,
Then something is wrong,
With me,
Myself,
As a person.
However it isn't healthy,
To feel this way,
Since nobody is perfect,
Everyone,
Has some flaws.
So perfection,
Basically is a flaw,
Since it isn't human,
To be perfect,
Which can still be ideal.
So here I am,
Perfect,
For being imperfect,
Which ends inevitably,
As a paradox.
There is no denying it,
A fact that I died last year,
Well apart of me at least,
This wasn't a quick death,
I remember all the pain,
Starting two years prior,
But it wasn't yet over,
I had to figure out why,
How I so easily died,
The truth wasn't easy,
So I made some changes,
Hell became my heaven,
Now I am somehow back,
I have been resurrected,
And I will not easily die.
The pressure in my head is begging to be released,
I grab a glass and I pull back to throw it,
Feelings of anger as it smashes against the wall,
This nightmare is what I want to avoid at all costs,
Because my dad's genes live inside of me,
And I fear that someday I'll end up like him,
The idiocy of what I was born with,
I can only make promises to myself,
That I will be a better person than him,
With all respect,
I hate where I come from.
Room temperature is insanity,
As your minds are like hot soup,
Cooling down as the steam rises,
Transforming into the world,
Of the evil that surrounds you,
Until nothing warm exists,
Chilling to the average,
Only the cold of the world,
You will no longer be.
The puzzle is almost completed,
Only thirteen pieces left,
Compared to twenty openings,
No extra pieces in sight,
Will this puzzle get finished,
Or be put away and forsaken,
This must not be permited,
So close to true satisfaction,
Only to end in pure defeat,
The puzzle is almost completed,
Only thirteen pieces left,
Compared to twenty openings,
And it will be done!
Seeing how causes all have effects,
And how those effects have more effects,
It just keeps going until an ultimate result,
Which can be favourable or undesirable,
So please tell me...
At what point is it too late?
This personality,
Of which that I own,
Isn't so complex but simple,
Because it is guided,
Only by a few principles,
Please come here,
Into my many pasts,
Each is a different chapter,
Of a continuing life,
Yet I choose what happens,
Really in reality,
I need to feel happy,
But others need to be also,
Or simply I am not,
Just to feel discontent,
That's the kind of person I am,
Is that selfish of me?
If I am not perfect,
Then something is wrong,
With me,
Myself,
As a person.
However it isn't healthy,
To feel this way,
Since nobody is perfect,
Everyone,
Has some flaws.
So perfection,
Basically is a flaw,
Since it isn't human,
To be perfect,
Which can still be ideal.
So here I am,
Perfect,
For being imperfect,
Which ends inevitably,
As a paradox.
There is no denying it,
A fact that I died last year,
Well apart of me at least,
This wasn't a quick death,
I remember all the pain,
Starting two years prior,
But it wasn't yet over,
I had to figure out why,
How I so easily died,
The truth wasn't easy,
So I made some changes,
Hell became my heaven,
Now I am somehow back,
I have been resurrected,
And I will not easily die.
The pressure in my head is begging to be released,
I grab a glass and I pull back to throw it,
Feelings of anger as it smashes against the wall,
This nightmare is what I want to avoid at all costs,
Because my dad's genes live inside of me,
And I fear that someday I'll end up like him,
The idiocy of what I was born with,
I can only make promises to myself,
That I will be a better person than him,
With all respect,
I hate where I come from.
Room temperature is insanity,
As your minds are like hot soup,
Cooling down as the steam rises,
Transforming into the world,
Of the evil that surrounds you,
Until nothing warm exists,
Chilling to the average,
Only the cold of the world,
You will no longer be.
The puzzle is almost completed,
Only thirteen pieces left,
Compared to twenty openings,
No extra pieces in sight,
Will this puzzle get finished,
Or be put away and forsaken,
This must not be permited,
So close to true satisfaction,
Only to end in pure defeat,
The puzzle is almost completed,
Only thirteen pieces left,
Compared to twenty openings,
And it will be done!
Seeing how causes all have effects,
And how those effects have more effects,
It just keeps going until an ultimate result,
Which can be favourable or undesirable,
So please tell me...
At what point is it too late?
This personality,
Of which that I own,
Isn't so complex but simple,
Because it is guided,
Only by a few principles,
Please come here,
Into my many pasts,
Each is a different chapter,
Of a continuing life,
Yet I choose what happens,
Really in reality,
I need to feel happy,
But others need to be also,
Or simply I am not,
Just to feel discontent,
That's the kind of person I am,
Is that selfish of me?
Tell me please, Is it ever enough for proof,
You are really alive, And not in a limbo,
Certainly though, You show all signs of life,
Do you need more, Than feeling the sun,
Perhaps you do, Yet you can sense pain,
And new things happen, Beyond the mind,
You certainly exist, You certainly are alive,
I certainly exist! I am certainly alive!
The addiction trade was doctor made with Xanax taking the place in the alcohol parade.
Today he stands a stronger man, kicking both addictions with a peaceful walk through the ocean sand.
With a smile he still uses them once and awhile without addictions grasp for every mile.
Negligence leads to a condition of battling a confliction only known to those as addiction.
Wisdom comes from the past...
Upon the floor he lays and cries sickened...
Upon the floor delirium tremens leave him strickened...
Cure him a with a pill led to a trade for a new thrill...
Wisdom leaves him with the ability to manage and both are controlled to avoid both t
Lies, cheats, scandals
your killin me girl
live your life of love scandals
live your life by a curl
your killin
lies, betray
you play your books of sin
every night. Every day
nothing
besides this hell
till im free to spread my wings
then all might be well
your killin
damned, cursed, bewitched, diseased
ruin my name and curse my kin
to this your pleased
wait. Your turn is to come
every lie.scandal.will return
lose your man.lose your home
then my turn, to burn
no more hate. Not one tear
live in eternity and harmony
whisper quiet so no one will hear
sweet is no longer honey
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
Though who sent them, I still don't know,
To fetch a pail of water
In the midst of winter when the ice was thick.
I saw them go with a worried heart,
The hill was slick and steep,
Such children, just trying to do what was asked
Despite all the risk in store.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
Dying the white snow to red,
And Jill came tumbling after,
Though her hurts weren't all that bad.
I rushed to the side of my darling child
Who was quiet as if just asleep,
And the tears all well up unbidden
As the courtyard fell silent again.
I know right now the sun seems far away.
but do remember that the moon is just as bright.
I know the darkness seems like it's gonna stay;
but even on the blackest night,
you're never alone.
So wake up from your troubled dreams
and please remember;
yeah remember;
Hand drawn lines quietly fade
bleached away by smiles that surround you.
When you look back on the choices you've made
please remember, it's gonna be OK.
You're confused and the world seems like a joke;
nothing's as it should be and you know you're lost.
Things are tough and you've given up your hope
but even in the deepest fog,
you're never alone.
So put aside tho
Getting 666 Out Of The Womb by brandon2cool, literature
Literature
Getting 666 Out Of The Womb
Out Of The Womb
The number is reoccurring, all over, work, games, FEDERAL INCOME TAX RETURN
This believes in neither God nor Satan but Satan was real he would be his soldier.
666
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My thoughts drift away
on wispy clouds rising
from my cup of tea on this cold morning.
They float away until they're gone;
lost amongst the fog
that clings to this mountain
confusing my mind.
Nothing makes sense.
I don't know how I should feel.
I don't know why I feel the way I do.
I simply can't understand why I still smile.
So I sit here outside
beneath the misty shroud
and sim p l y
l e t m y
t h
My name is Joshua Philip Olin (thus JPO) and I like to talk (JPO+talk=JPOtalk). I'm really bad at describing myself without rambling so I'll just go ahead and ramble! :)
I'm going to a technical college to become a Networking Specialist so I'm on a computer a BUNCH! Two of my biggest passions are video production and writing. This spring I'll get the equipment that I need and then I'll be submitting artwork to Youtube. I'm hoping to be a big hit with internet entertainment but will I? I guess it all depends on if I have an interesting personality. Which I do!
Current Residence: Superior Favourite genre of music: All sorts Operating System: Ubuntu (Bill masturgates!) Personal Quote: Narnians do not exist!
Well so far I've been the only one writing on it. She would rather post on facebook and I don't blame her. Facebook is pretty addicting.
However here it is - www.jojv.org
"There is one thing I am sure of. Regardless on what year it is, these observations and thoughts, will not be relevant to anyone's life.
So might seem as though I'm wasting my time writing this. Though I have been alive for a very long time. And I have stopped expecting my state-of-being to change after the first thousand years.
Because of this I don't believe that I can waste time because I have an infinite amount of it."
- Well that is what I have written so far for the prologue of my next attempt of writing a book. I figured I'd recap on some philosophical views by thinking like how our world would look by someone who is immortal. I fi
Life has been hard but rewarding. There are a few things that I wish were better but will happen in good time. I'm taking classes to become a Nurse's Assistant. It will be hard work but will pay better than Hardee's. Also, I've become very compassionate about helping people. It's a good feeling to care.
Happy Halloween!!!
Thanks for the fav dude, just wish I had more inspiration to write but I suppose after writing over 400 times you lose creativity and now its just emotion.
I am good, I've been very busy with working (finally I have a job) and I have been spending time with my girlfriend. Oh and I moved like 2 hours away from ashland and I now live in Superior Wi.
Thats awesome! I'm still all the way down in NC, but I miss WI like hell. Its hot down here! Literally .
I am so so sorry for the late reply... dA changed my password and sent the notice to my unused email that I never ever chack. Damn you, Deviantart! It is so nice to hear from you again. I'll be uploading again soon.