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An attempt to start a conversation.   Question is answered by her, and attempt is shut down.   She has so much fun with other people, talks with other people.   An attempt to be another person.
Yes this is really me, really us And I still have the graphic tees And the white tube socks And all the other things we never wear anymore All the other things that collect dust in the closet
Are there pastures past the mud, and I'm just too scared to walk through it? Do I dare put on the glasses and be brave to see through them? There are other chapters and I have to flip the page. 
The door opens And he steps in, Asks advice, "Never mind" And he's gone again   The door opens And she steps in, Asks advice "Never mind" And she's gone again  
So The HOT Question Is THIS ... " How Serious Is It " ... ?!?
Do You Ever Wonder ... ? Why So Many Men Hurt Their Human Brothers ... ?!? Or As Time UNFURLS What's With These Girls ... Who Rush To Have Children They Don't Want To Mother ... !?!
Why Girls ... WHY ... ? Do You Like To TRY ... To MESS With The MINDS of .... " LOVING Guys " .... ?!?
I look at you like you hold all the answers because for me, you do even to the questions I have yet to ask even to the ones i have yet to conjure
How do you feel? What if you were never told how you’re supposed to? What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad? Would we feel at all?
Do you know?   Do you know what happens to a fish without water? Do you know what happens to a fire without air? Do you know what happens to the trees without sun?
The Question September 10, 2018 ~ Monday I came to get help Not to get hurt And every time you make a move
I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue.   I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're sea
Dear Inner Me, Why do you hold back? Your thoughts, Your words, Your opinions, Away from view? Sitting on a fence, Uncomfortable, Unable to express. To feel anything,
We are not our brother’s Keeper but that does not make us his Executioner. What right have we to take other’s lives from them, like a thief in the night?
Pool Boy, You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor. (Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing when (Blank) was 4. The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
Love is patient. It puts up with you... Even when you put mayo on your subs Or mushrooms on your pizza   Love is kind. It tells you you're beautiful...
What does it feel like, to be free, when you surrounded by others, insecurities? Every person needing to live up to others wanting expectations? When given life,
They wonder why, why we can't sleep at night, tell us such pretty lies, why we can't sleep at night, the anti depressants are too tight, acid and synthetics wearing off, haze of something crimson,
One sided... Could it mean the spark? To be busy to a point That couldn’t be announced Plucking petals from a darken crispy rose
is it ever lonely being surrounded by so many even though you are all alone staring, unblinking into the darkness of the deep  
Problems Modern questions Things for solving Some quandaries for unwinding Queries   Puzzles Of everything
You see with your eyes You perceive with your mind So which one is the lie; Do your eyes deceive-- Or is your mind make-belief?
There is no courage, nor doubt That comes to mind within this cloud What i thought was not right, nor mind uncluttered There is some courage within the hand And sitting in the palm, leaping off the fingers
If I were stuck on a desert island and I think of what I’d need I think a lot of people underestimate what they’d need to succeed In keeping themselves alive, happy, and sane.
She asked Him a question   which was an interesting one it was just that   suppose if He had not met Her in His life   what would He have felt missed in His life?  
Part I   A sudden whirlwind And a voice so said   Who, dark counsels By words without knowledge?   Now questions are To be answered!   Where were you?
How can one word define infinite possibility. How can one sentence define a future. If it were up to me I would write a book.  A feature length film.  A memoir on the lives of each of us. 
Is it a question or is it simply an act? It seems to be unquestionable because by questioning it you are automatically doing it, so what is it? We walk with a planned destination,
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness. A question with no complete answer.
Yeah, I fell in love  Yes, I fell in love with you  I'm not ashamed I did it How about you? Do you ever wonder? Or even care about me? It seems like you don't And if not, I'll let it be
When life has lost meaning and everything seems slow and nothing's moving forwards yet so does the show the grass blows lagging to the past when it all just looks the same
"So what are you?" A question too familiar Years ago my mind would halt, frozen My heart would pound. "I do not know" I did not want to know.   "Are you Asian?" Your ignorance now shows
And so the hairy fat ape raped the  puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
Conventions of this wonderland I know
I ask questions Too many questions I ask every question But I am given no answers "Why should my work Be worth less than a man's?" And I am greeted with silence
I was wondering... 1.      Do I really only have two followers who are interested in talking to me? 2.      Do I not post enough? 3.      Do I seem like a nuisance? 4.      Am I one?
Bleeding because it paints the pictures so heavily spilled in my mind. And seeing the crimson upon my skin Gives me pain that makes me real.   Crying because It makes me view
Sometimes I just look at you wondering how the world treats you, and what's going on inside your head.
Upon the beating of my rebel heart Lies weight so heavy I can hardly breathe I cannot place the feeling, but I know That things are not as brilliant as they seem I know those words should come out of my soul
We Are Anonymous Like the Mosquito that comes to bite you and you kill it. Now she is a forgotten entanglement of red and black. But you are still scratching the bitemark.
Preceeded not once by a warning sign, and prior experience forgotten, a crush Is discovered when one spots The One and their heart abruptly pulls the brakes.  All of a sudden a sensation of falling,
Im walking and its HOT thoughts driipping off me as if im swimming in them I feel kinda okay my self esteem is not low so dont ask about a sale of clarence Im wating for her to call me in
on the cotton field it's hot and real we have master grubbing like its his last meal blood dripping im numb my back cut like thorns cutting thumbs we picking cotton like farmers do plums we live hut
Another day has dawned Another night is gone. Time keeps slipping away Leaving us day by day Each one different yet the same And all escape as quickly as they came. Young men grow up to be old
So tired o
God. People. Pain. Disbelief. Hell. Decisions. Sin. Why hell? Death. Love. Judgement. Satan versus God. Souls. Powers. Glory. Win or loos? Pain. Pure souls. Why can't God have every soul?  Or does he? Pain. Hell. Power. Death. Sin. Shame. Sex.
Do not question convention
All i do is tryI try when i writeI write until i cryI write until there are mo tears left inside my eyeSo what is the real reason why people try?
Not Stagnant By: Eric Turner
Were born empty a clean slate Only to be carved into and filled With knowledge of the world Knowledge that holds many things   But what if too much is birthed What is to for come the overflow?
Social Media     Facebook -   Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
I don’t know what life is.. 
The morning after, i rise agian. The sunlight filters through, broken streams I force myself up, i go on as planned but the next morning, will i rise agian?
Have you ever envisioned Karmaas an object or a thing?Is Karma a force?Is Karma a centrifugal ring?Or perhaps Karma is a person;a woman or a man.Unfortunately, I cannot tell;No one can.
A desperate question, asked by a friend Five simple words- “Have you set a date?” My heart quickened my mind raced Did you know that queries could be daggers?
  What's a tree without it's leaf? What is god without belief? What is man with no home?
The insanity drives me gradually, Until I'm forced to wonder, What is the source of this? Could it truly be that, which I  A small, naive girl Affectionatly call love? Can that which
It's turning my thoughts into words that gets me
Are we in love with people because of who they are, or because they are who we want to be? If I would cross a thousand seas for you, maybe one day I will do it for me.
Some believe in a greater being, Some do not.  From what I've found true in divinity, I found no to much more freeing.    But if I had a second shot, I would pray,
Cut out your fear and aggravation
Memorizing data to spit back out verbatim That’s not learning Banking our self-worth on a letter That’s not learning Staying up so late that the book get’s blurry and our brain gets fuzzy That’s not learning
In unorthodox verses with a poetic tongue, And my vibrant fingers crossed, I’ll trigger the gun – A formation of words, so to speak I shall say, Will combine with saliva, for a delicate play.
From time and time againyou proceed to statehow you expect more from me,how you expect me to reachsuch high expectations,and how you know that I havethat potential to do so.
Why don't we love one another?Aren't we all created equally?Why do we spit words of hate,and ask for respect in return?Why do we think we're self-righteous,but ignore our mistakes?Why do we live our lives for ourselves,but feed off of others? When
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
As I sit back and think about this thing call life I always ask myself. "Is there an answer to every question"? You ever asked a question to someone but they would always tell you that they have no clue or idea?
      Competition in this generation marks the determination of H.I.P.H.O.P We will be those who carry insanity
The everyday rush, The voice never hushed: What's the truth, what's the meaning? Is there purpose for living? I ask when I pause, When I feel that I've strayed. Am I holding the cause,
With every passing day, how do we not think of all that we are? And are we unconcerned -- reticent, conscious-less, and eternally ephemeral? Fading
There once was a girlShe had asked, “What?”“What?”, you may say.Well, she was wonderingwhat her life was for,what she was here for,what will she ever accomplish.           Just what
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
I'm living high on Paradise Where nobody cheats, and nobody lies I'm blessed to walk on streets of gold I'm doomed to walk these streets alone  
His eyes peeked through his eyelashes Each individually asking a question To her At her   Ended those question marks with  An exclamation mark Her period was clear and firm  
You would not like to know what lies in the depths of my soul And yet you want the truth. You do not understand what secrets that I hide. You ask why don’t I sleep, Why don’t I eat,
Was there a beginning? An end to time? For the living, it is the expiration of life It takes so long to grow up But it feels like no time at all Then come the wrinkles The reality of death
Love, a touchy subject to be sure, for not all can claim its ownership and those who do may be in possession of an entirely different animal, but as you are along for this wild ride can you truly distinguish between furs, or have you simply been e
From the corner of my eye she peeks into the world, Timid and soft-spoken— I can hear her But others say they can't hear this girl. She never bothers to speak up, Always insisting on getting ignored,
There is just this one question. There is just this one question. Just ONE question. It lingers too often.
There are all kinds of mustaches With different character and purpose. Some are grown as thin as eyelashes, Others look like little squirrel corpses. Whether they are long and feathered Or small and grotesque,
Every action has a reaction So am I not just a puppet to the strings of previous events Am i just a reaction to an action
What would make the best symbol for the experience of life itself?
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