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Thoughts of my Note! dan repost
If cloudy had a face, I know someone that looks like it
I know another that resembles sunshine
I recall a rainy day person
As well as thunderstorm
And very sunny ones
that are too good for your eyes
I don't think I know snowy though
Definitely foggy
We all could look like one or the other
For days like this I think am wind
Or candle in the wind.


Thoughts of my Note! dan repost
Back from the days when poetry had a place in my routine.

7th of February, 2019

Don’t judge me of my imagination
Don’t be fond of them too
Of my mer fantasies
Of my desire to be by his side
To enjoy his warm, calm hugs
His notice and way he cares
Cherish to listen
His cracking jokes
Of me acting gussy
Like quivering blob of jelly
Of my know all she wants presence
Dems to beep of delusion

He’s always imagining
Glitching with fantasies
Waving the tune of smokes
Blowing the burns
Creating a relief
Flying beyond boarders
Climbing to freedom
That provoke u to join or just bribe

But He’s such a sweet pie 🥧
Turtle dove
Type u want to hand on everywhere
Type u would want to taste every now and then
Type u would want to cherish the glamour
Type u would, if u could

Love some day.


And, above all—don't lie... Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself. The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than any one. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offense, isn't it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill—he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offense, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it, and so pass to genuine vindictiveness. But get up, sit down, I beg you. All this, too, is deceitful posturing..."


Thoughts of my Note! dan repost
Nov 4, 2023. 6:03 pm

Clear skies
Ease winds
Ought to
Bring to life
Beacon of light
Untethered
Quintessence.


"I can't forget you not because I have a strong memory.But because I have a heart that never denies those who settled in it once"


"When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her"


I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Up to a certain point, it is necessary for a man to live his life in the world in which he finds himself, and to make the best of it. But beyond that point, he must create a world of his own. And the greatest thing about life is that it is always giving us the opportunity to create something new. It is never too late to start over, to make a fresh beginning, to blaze a new trail.
Life is short, and we have but a brief time in which to explore, to learn, to experience, and to create. Let us make the most of that time, and let us burn brightly, like meteors across the night sky, leaving behind us a trail of light and inspiration for those who come after us. ~Jack London

(Book: I Would Rather Be a Meteor https://amzn.to/3ZkFnBQ)


“There’s never any escape from anything at all. You’re always going to be burned. There is never any pleasantness, easiness anywhere. You’ll be burned down to the grave. No matter how much you know, no matter how much you feel, you’re going to be burned, burned, burned till the last minute you breathe. When you open a cap on a mustard jar, you’re gonna be burned. If you open up a can of cat food, you’re gonna be burned. Everything is burning. All you’re trying to do is walk across a room and drink a glass of water and take it easy. There’s always things burning, ripping at you. It’s the whole universe. It’s everything. Women, men, friends, everything. Rips and tears, man. Rips and tears.”

- Charles Bukowski


Thoughts of my Note! dan repost
A note from old pages 17th of October, 2019 - 2:47am

Like most writers and “self” proclaimed poets,
I incline to listening, reading and some writing.
I incline to watching people who come my way loosely
I incline being spontaneous with words than situations
I incline taking in (sometime overloading) than expressing
I enjoying imagining and creating scenarios that never happen/could never happen
I incline staying in my mind and drifting through thoughts than living them
I incline to listening to whosever’s authentic confession
I incline admiration in silence
I incline to attachments that could last but probably won’t
I incline to solitude when I feel disappointed
I incline to quietness when am sad/mad or both,
I incline becoming very distant when am in need

But then again am not a writer nor self proclaimed “poet”
Am just.... some one,.....
Just someone working to become something
But while cooking that something
Learned to play with words and enjoy their tunes.


She is killing me and keeping me from dying,that's how I know it's love


"you've got to burn
straight up and down
and then maybe sidewise
for a while
and have your guts
scrambled by a
bully
and the demonic
ladies,
you've got to run
along the edge of
madness
teetering,
you've got to starve
like a winter
alleycat,
you've go to live
with the imbecility
of at least a dozen
cities,
then maybe
maybe
maybe
you might know
where you are
for a tiny
blinking
moment."

- Charles Bukowski, Bone Palace Ballet


Man's main concern is not to gain pleasure or to avoid pain but rather to see a. meaning in his life. That is why man is even ready to suffer, on the condition, to be sure, that his suffering has a meaning. ~Viktor Frankl

Book: Man's Search for Meaning


He looked at her like she was the sun
Only in frustration.

He complained when she was gone,
But he never looked.

On days she was stronger, he hid from her
On days she was less bright, he complained but never looked at her until she was leaving,

And in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how,
He'd never seen her before


“Remember that we sometimes demand explanations for the sake not of their content, but of their form. Our requirement is an architectural one; the explanation a kind of sham corbel that supports nothing.”

— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations


“At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.”

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus


"You fell asleep in my car,
drove the whole time
But that's okay, I'ljust avoid the holes so you sleep fine
I'm driving here I sit, cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill the holes with more cement "

Tear in My heart


"some days she is van Gogh's starry night, other days she's his suicide letter."


"love is not about finding the perfect person, but about seeing an imperfect person perfectly"


"you became like coffee in the deliciousness and the bitterness and the addiction"


"She was pointing at the moon, but i was looking at her hand"Richard Sykin

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