April 2011
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A collision of a coalition has risen within myself...
because the only obligatory duty within life is to simply die —
the rest is a given choice.
Dear Females,
Boys will adapt or change to a certain behavior just to catch your eye. Therefore the mannerisms, habits, or gestures they may express, is only a facade until they have you in their hands. Once they have you, they’ll get bored. It’s a pattern, you know? It don’t seem to cease, nor get old — because it seems like every female falls for it.
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That one person you no longer speak to pops into your mind, and you get that sudden urge to somehow contact them and say:
“Hi, I miss you.”
— but then you realize you have no place to say or do such a thing.
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If you disregard my existence, then I shall disregard my own effort I put in — I genuinely try to communicate with people —
But I end up with same result; empty hands and scarred fingers that tell tales told of trying to spark a rekindling fire, though in the end;
I got burned.
I’m not going to invest any “care” towards people that do not deserve my time,...
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I remember my first glimpse of her face I saw you...
dis[tractions] keep me from the "actions" that...
I can’t keep my eyes on something, That doesn’t even matter, If I wanna reach the top, I got to climb that uplifting ladder. and keep myself focused on the goal at hand, Direct my concern on significances “and” The shit that will help me reach SUCCESS, and NOTHING LESS.
I have to persevere, I got to have strength, and no fear. I have to keep my eyes on the prize, So I can...
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gabforelle:
Hip hop isn’t dead, it’s just buried alive. That’s why it’s called Underground.
At any given point in time, I’m influenced and inspired to speak in rhyme, but don’t think these words are something I rehearse, Because let me tell you this first — Everything I spew is free-verse. And went it comes to verses I apply [verse]-atility to my writing. I add a touch of euphoric XTC.
And that’s how it was born.
XTC-VERSE.
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Feelings [re]sur(faced), and now I must...
xtc-verse:
These binds intertwine, To give me a sign, that shines a light that I can’t make of mine. Stardust falls from the heavens above, To only display my lost affections of love. Recalling past dealings and affairs that I cast off into oblivion, —and so I had thought. Because closure was what I had sought. I can feel these retched emotions resurfaced, and I’m in a place where I have...
You see, you should stop directing your concern towards the people that don’t give 2 fucks about you, and start focusing on those that actually do.
Blunted affect
tamburina:
Blunted affect is the scientific term describing a lack of emotional reactivity on the part of an individual. It is manifest as a failure to express feelings either verbally or non-verbally, even when talking about issues that would normally be expected to engage the emotions. Expressive gestures are rare and there is little animation in facial expression or in vocal inflection.
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xtc-verse:
Sex is Sex. Some people believe in premarital, abstinence, and some people decide to engage into it.
Drugs are drugs. Some people use it, some people don’t. Some people abuse it, some people know when to utilize it with caution and within the right environment.
Alcohol is alcohol. Some people drink it, some people don’t. Some people abuse it, some people drink safely, and...
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Aint thinkin’ bout you - Chris Brown feat....
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xtc-verse:
I dig your style, I’m feelin’ the beats that appeal to you — I’m attracted to that smile, And I’m just wonderin’ if you could give me the time of day. Because words cannot even say, How much I just want to get to know you. I want to seep into your mind and see records of memorabilia, Of your own history. Because I want to get to know (his)[story], you know? I want to know your past,...
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Don't tell me "the sky is the limit." There are...
This sentence has five words.
sweethesound:
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a...
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I want to take an afternoon nap with you, with your arms around me and my head rested on your warm chest.
There was a time I thought you were “the one”, But as time progressed and as I grew, I learned some. That I’m too young to be searching for love, For something so foreign. I can reach vast distances, within the chase and run, but I have to wait for that special “somebody” to come to me — Serendipity, so fortuitously.
But it stays within my mind, as it...
I want to feel my heart open eternally.
brokenvocals:
I never again want to be held captive by grudges and memories of something’s turned nothing. I want to take them all as lessons, decide that I gave my best, then move on to the rest of my life. I don’t want to waste anymore time reminiscing on things that could have been, I want to see what what can be, what’s in front of me. I never want to succumb to my fears, by giving them the...
I feel like I’ve lost a lot of people I’ve held close to me. People I’ve cared so much for, invested so much time and effort in, and people who were the absolute dearest to me.
And then I transition into a stage of loneliness, you know? Where times were at it’s darkest, and where I feel mentally distorted and lost. Every thing is rather obscure, and circuitous; tortuous.
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jeffbernat:
Jeff Bernat | Slow Dance (cover)
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It’s good to keep yourself busy when you’re depressed. It keeps your mind elsewhere, and it gets shit done.
What are the chances of a boy like me ending up with a person such as yourself?
— Slim to none.
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I don’t want to be awake, but I don’t want to sleep. I’m breaking down, and you don’t even care at the slightest.
I see reflections, of disaffection, an interconnection of disarray, and to my own dismay, I’m left speechless — I don’t know what to say. I’ve endure long, sheer, bitter nights, and the darkness has engulfed the lights that help keep myself uplifted. Now things seem so shifted, Pivoted to a spiraling oblivion, Where nothingness resides. I don’t know what I feel...
You cut these wounds even deeper, and I am still numb from the feelin’ but the infliction that you endow — I don’t know what I’m dealin’ with. Because you can cut me open, With daggers and knives, but what you’re going to find inside, is nothing.
I’m empty.
I don’t want to entitle myself as a common misanthrope, but I’ve just been rather deprived from any social affability, compassion, nor benevolence.
Communicating is just so tiring, though I feel like I need it? It’s strange.
Restless nights, and nights that just do not appeal to me in any shape, form, or manner. Sleep is so foreign to me, and I just cannot find it within myself to simply close my eyes, and rest.
I need help.
Follower count is just another number. Which also means followers are disposable, and recyclable. It goes up, and it goes down — fluctuates. Nothing more, and nothing less.
It shouldn’t be a big deal, because this shit isn’t a competition.
jhayjhaythejetplane:
I’m just done with relationships. Happiness comes from within yourself, and if you’re unable to find it in you, then searching for it through someone else is just futile and worthless.
Smile. You owe it to yourself.
There is absolutely no purpose in investing my time and effort into someone, when that someone does not reciprocate it.
I’m done.
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Faded, jaded
Eradicated.
And to think that everything was simply fated — but I was wrong to the core, And I wish I was right. But when it came to the grasp of love, I had lost my sight. Shit, I try to live life with
“shit happens.”
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care. I can’t simply disregard, even if I tried. I know shit isn’t fair, but what...
Inadequacy.
No person exists without flaw.
But insecurity and the fearful concept of “not being enough” is the reason why I feel rather insufficient with myself.
I see my reflection within the mirror — and I do not like what I see staring back at me. A figure distorted and contaminated with so many defective traits that I my eyes cannot recognize because of the refusal of accepting who I...
