Thoughtz...

What would we be without them?
They define our very existance, being, whatever...
Thoughts are the pre-amplifiers of our actions and reactions, for better or worse. Doing nothing, as I concluded, only reults in decay... decay of thoughts, making them grotesque as longer as you ponder with them and canīt actually express yourself.

īTis is why I actually opened this topic... I didnīt want to lose these thoughts to nothingness, and encourage others to "dump" their thoughts here too...

Well, here I go...


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Past determines our future.
The present is the only place where we can alter our fate,
and it becomes part of our past.
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The end is all the more horrible to behold when the beginning has never been seen.
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for now, thatīs all... Iīm too tired to dig up more stuff thatīs been on my mind *yawnsandcrawlsintobed*

This post has been edited by Spellshaper on 1 Mar, 2006, 18:17

I'm always doubting the existence of the "past," because I can never check if it really happened.
I'm always doubting the existence of "future" because it didn't happen yet and thus should not exist.
And I don't believe in the concept of "present" because it is an infinitely small moment, so small that it doesn't exist.

Yeah, perception is another jerk. They say the world doesn't revolve around me, but it does when I see the world my way, which is all the time.

Because I can't see anyone else's perceptions, I can't be sure if they exist either.

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Points have no dimension. Things cannot exist unless they have dimension. So lines don't exist, planes don't exist, and space does not exist because there are no points to define them.
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I have issues with philosophy.

Indifference

Fear

Hate

Admiration

Love

Despair

Death

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I know that itīs short and only consists of a few words...
But plz take a look and think about it, Iīve been working
on this piece for quite some time.
Everything was intented as it is.
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Savior

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Dedicated to god. I may not like church much, but...
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No matter how many times I

Doubt his existance
Defy his will
Struggle to live and yet fail...

He always reaches down,

Banishes my disbeliefacy
Scatters my false pride
And restores my will to live.

This post has been edited by Spellshaper on 13 Mar, 2006, 16:11

Why is the sky blue?
Becuase the grass is green.
Why donīt people understand?
Because the sky is blue.

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- Pain. Obliterator of thought.

- But it helps you find the truth.

- It only intensifies my suffering.

- The truth always hurts.

Hmm, potatos grapefruits and bananas... avocados... must finish gtavocado... thirsty for orange juice... homework... laptops... more bananas... HOLY GOATNIPPLES BATMAN!

I'm putting that in my sig.

Think Tank

When the seasons turn, winter farewell!
Crocuses blooming, a fuddling scent
Of spring is calling. Only nutshells remain
Of a cold winterīs past.

The gras is stirring. A gentle wind
Breathing life... A repetitious event
Ocurring each year. Revitalizing all
That lay dormant, waking all that lies in hibernation.

All but one.

A single leaf refusing to unfold
A one that wishes to be left alone
A being spurning the course of seasons
An entity denying time...

Lost in itself
Waiting for answers

A pathetic creature in fear of change.
Of life.
And inevitable death.

I hate myself.

The Undoing

I can feel it strangled
Itīs the hatred
Swallowed by my shame

Like a double suicide commencing
An Invader cracking my soul
Oh how comfortable a death...

I wonīt let the hatred suffocate
I am not ready to die yet!
Itīs Building, rumbling up my throat
A desperate cry of anguish
Trying to dispel the shame...

My shadow made me reminisce
The failure that made me fall into shame
And I fold my black wings
And vanish behind the brightness

Never to feel again...