MrRat-butter - Beatrix Potter

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My darkest hour

I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab

No One Knows

Nobody knows the pain
you feel...

Nobody knows the way
it hurts...

It leaves no scar
they can see...

Nobody knows how much
you wish it away...

And nobody know how
it just grows and grows...

And nobody knows what it is
that you know...

Cause nobody knows the pain
Inside.

Dedicated to You

I don't like to be sad
   too much joy
       life too short
But now there are so many reasons
   death
     tears
       love
Hidden behind my veil
 my veil of joy
   but the inside
     is an ocean
Emotions pooled
 began as a puddle
   and grew
     and grew and
       grew
Overflowing
 I wish for a drought
   no more rain
     drip...drop
But you...
 you see this ocean
   you swim in it
     Joy.
Lightening the burden
 drying up the ocean
   making me
     Happy.
So-Be Merry, it's Christmas ^_^

Hope in life

I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream

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Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

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Purpose Of Memes

Like art, memes can show us the absurdity and funniness of our existence and human experiences. And how similar we often are in even the simplest components of our daily life. Higher art is not replaced and continues to hold a mystique and aesthetic beauty that memes, of course lack entirely. However, every meme is a little window into today's world. An expression of anger, frustration, confusion, sadness, hope, and humor that reflect what is happening in the internet world that exists around it.

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