I Couldn’t Love You Anymore
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Song: a Poem by La Dispute
My picture and edit!
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Brain make words
Words make brain
Make words brain
Words brain make
Brain words make
Make brain words
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Lizards
Lizer big!
And Lizer little!
And sometimes lizer
Is in the middle!
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"Polite Sadness" - a poem
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I love you FNaF 4. I love you Nightmare Animatronics. I love you massive claws. I love you uncountable numbers of teeth. I love you giant ragged monsters. I love you feeling of being awake at night as a small child. I love you fear of not being safe in your own bed. I love you feeling that your parents can't save you. I love you simple tragedy of a lonely little boy. I love you implications of abandonment that only make the story darker. I love you Crying Child. I love you Foxybro angst. I love you dream demons born from Agony. I love you distorted memoires as Crying Child fights for his life. I love you Foxybro's painful overwhelming guilt. I love you Crying Child using his powers as a restless spirit to send his Nightmares to haunt his brother. I love you Purple Guy hiding a walkie-talkie in his son's teddy bear. I love you Purple Guy seeing his son as his own reflection due to unhealthy levels of projection. I love you Purple Guy breaking down with grief-filled paranoia about his own fragile mortality. I love you the promise 'to put you back together'. I love you freedom to interpret this game as many ways as you like. I love you lore that's so confusing you can do whatever you want. I love you FNaF.
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A poem written by me
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k osamocení
je třeba někoho,
kdo je
a někoho,
kdo není
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55 quid for a new toilet handle
The only one that fits
55 quid and the main piece is made of plastic and is going to break before long
55 quid
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April Rain Song
By Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
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falafel
the way you were just there at that hole in the wall
when you shouldn’t even have been there at all
and neither should I, but there I was
just because
my kid got out early and it was a toss
between going home or staying in town
we rarely get out, we should hang around
let’s go get a falafel
it’s the only city in the country where you can get a decent one
for reasonable money it’s easily done
so we gotta get a falafel
and sit outside in the setting sun
it’s not a big city on a international scale
and I’m bad at math it's the one class I failed
but there are three hundred thousand people living here and that’s a lot
or at least enough so the chance of running into someone you know is not
that high
or even there
but you were there
and so was I
I was stunned even when you said my name
before you told me chance is why you came
a motorcycle thundered by
you said I hate that and I said why
are you sitting by a heavily trafficked street in a city where you don’t even stay
and told my kid of the place where you live it’s real pretty but real far away
I went to visit you there when I was nineteen
and in a relationship with a boy who was mean
and who tagged along and sulked the whole time
but your wife was really kind
to me and you don’t appreciate that when you’re young and blind
you spoke to my kid in that way of yours
you’re really good with them which is of course
obvious that you’d be when
you work as much as you do with them
we ate our falafel, spilled food everywhere
and loud, obnoxious music filled up the air
you told my kid about your girls who where in a big contest the other year
my kid said I don’t remember them
I always root for the old, bald men
I smiled and told you you should enter the contest then
but you already did
back when I was a kid
and you sang that cheesy song with your awful ex wife
you were on television but out of my life
next thing I know we’re in your car, you say you have to drive me home and I let you
because that’s what we are to each other even if it’s been years since I met you
you say you’ve thought about me and I say I think about you all the time too
but leave out all my mixed feelings because we’re in a car and driving fast
and I already know the moment won’t last
we won’t have time enough
to discuss the important stuff
when are we supposed to?
you ask about mom and I say she’s good even if she’s waiting for surgery
for some reason at sixty miles per hour I commit perjury
I remember when you left and how she cried
even if she said she didn’t love you right
I talk about my dad, and you say who is your dad again?
it’s a joke because my dad is no more a father to me than other men
my grandpa for example tried to fill his shoes
and you at one point though that was a game you could only lose
but you don’t mention yourself in this equation
even if you were part of the situation
and maybe neither of you were to blame
but in this one crucial way you’re all the same
Grandpa was too old, you were too young
and my daddy was simply too far gone
all of you went away for too long
my kid talks in the backseat and I try
to divide
my attention
and give you direction
at one point you almost miss an exit
and say something sarcastic about my instruction
in an infuriatingly ironic tone of voice
when neither then nor now gave me a choice
I did not ask to be put in this seat
and for a beat
I’m convinced that you have some feelings to work through
regarding me and my mom, some residue
and also that I would be willing to do that with you
if you would only ask me to
but you won’t
and I don’t
expect you to come in when we’re parked and I invite you to come through
as expected you say no
and that it’s time to go
and maybe you don’t care
or you do but don’t think it’s fair
to share
because to you I’m still four
and either way you stack the years you’ll always have seventeen more
when we met we were really just two kids at different ages
now we’re adults at different grieving stages
I get out of the car, say thanks for the ride and give my love to your spouse
and I take my kid’s hand and head for our house
I want to say I love you
and hate you
and why did you abandon me?
instead I swallow the sting
and cling
to common sense
laugh about the crazy coincidence
like that and destiny
isn’t the same thing
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the moment i held heaven in my hands
i put it in my mouth
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A Very Bad Poem About Adric I Literally Wrote in Less Than Five Minutes
Alas, poor Adric
His life was short and Sadric
He was just a little Ladric
He never knew his Dadric
The audience was Madric
They all said he was Badric
I thought he was Radric
So I guess I’m Gladric
For the Adric that we Hadric
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In the street he stands.
Someone come get their mans.
He is lost.
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I love you
I love you
I love you
It fixes everything
It fixes nothing
Its not enough
It's never enough
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Dear March – Come in –
by Emily Dickinson
Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –
I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –
Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –
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