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The Dreamer The DreamerThe Dreamer by ~Stick-Figure-God
Stand on the precipice of destiny. Stand before, and let ye be judged.
Let them judge your merits. Your self-deprecations.
The pitiless soles of countless wishful dream state steps.
Each crying to be born, yet silently fading with each grain of time's eternal sand.
Who are they to judge? Who are they to poke and prod inside your heart?
What are they but mere skin? Mere flesh dangling on the same bone.
The same muscle tissue born and reborn generation after sad generation.
Refuse to merely stand before them. Refuse to accept their yarns.
Their tales of "woe is me's" and life's bargaining sales.
Outlets of souls gone b
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You're phony. Weak. That pathetic form oozing worthlessness.
What an utter waste of existence.
Each dream wasted, misused, never even bothered.
Even the oxygen you breath detests you.
You put yourself on this pedestal.
Of what? Pride? Some kind of deserving right?
A surprising arrogance for someone so cringe worthy. Someone so lacking of any calibur.
What good are you? What purpose could you serve, but to give meaning to the word: detriment.
Can't you do anything right, that's not a question since we know the answer already don't we?
You drove every
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Desire made corporal by thought and sound.
Resonating temptation by no fault of your own.
Spin your web. Sing your song.
Breaking hearts like no one else can.
It's not your fault. It's DNA, the cosmic play.
Where life's road map splits, turns, crossroads.
We all stand some where in the middle of it's emptiness and content.
Hanging on to dear life when even a simple breeze can plummet us away
from the abyss of appreciation.
Who can judge when judgment is relative?
Who can capture a moment when time stands still for no one?
Blame is a game that we play when fate turns it's happiness away.
I choose no longer to p
, add, and commets!
Sta.sh
