A dotted outline life hanging, suspended mid air. Whatever filled this space, has taken all thoughts and care. Wandered far off, plotting a vague footprint trail. In the snow it gets colder, the fog grows more pale. White blankness on everything, my hands turn numb.
I could point to the footprints, maybe they'd imagine who left them and try to fill in this blank space, but who would do that? The silhouette collapses in the blizzard far behind and a white blanket hides it.
Breathing day by day becomes chore Women don't want him because he's a bore Tall ugly skinny, stupid hair Where'd you get that cut? Did you lose a dare? In the navy he works his ass off no more no less No family, no love, his life is a mess End yourself richard, get out of my sight End yourself Richard, end it tonight
Everywhere I look, normies I see Normies to the left and to the right of me They don't know my feels, I just want a girlfriend But I mustn't break, I mustn't bend Just love of some kind, a hand to hold "Just be yourself," I am constantly told Most are disgusted by what they view So I put back on the mask, big guy for you I say I'll make changes starting tomorrow But changes never come, not even in sorrow Days pass me by like bitter cold The years go round, I grow old People are settling, they all have a wife But I have not begun my life It's too much, I cannot do it One chance at happiness, and I blew it Nothing in life, no legacy Generations of fathers, and it ends with me I am nothing but an empty shell I can already here the funeral knell Empty chairs, empty casket People will walk just right past it I'll order that helium tank one day One day never comes, I learned the hard way I have no other outlet but rage Fuck you, fuck this thread, sage So while I wait for my doom I post on a board for little girl cartoons I join in this culture of hate Against those people who did not wait It's all I have left in this sad life of mine They still don't understand, they just think I whine What l wanted in life will never be Nothing left to do but just go RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
they didn't fit in so they talk through pictures they loved too much so they feign indifference pieces of jigsaw strewn out to sea some float into others, connect in the breeze some sink to the sand, and barely breathe.
Out in the wasteland of dead end roads I don't tread on any of them as rolling dices got old and feeling good was not enough My footage can not be collected not due to its vastness I wanted it to be like that prince of bel aire whatever
>>26370406 As I had found the origin of the categories in the four logical functions of all the judgments of the understanding, it was quite natural to seek the origin of the ideas in the three functions of the syllogisms of reason. For as soon as these pure concepts of reason (the transcendental ideas) are given, they could hardly, except they be held innate, be found anywhere else, than in the same activity of reason, which, so far as it regards mere form, constitutes the logical element of the syllogisms of reason; but, so far as it represents judgments of the understanding with respect to the one or to the other form a priori, constitutes transcendental concepts of pure reason.
>>26368437 quietly he stands in the tar of the night not able to move and to weak to say what he really wants, that his only hope is the end of time and the return of day so he stands there as time flies away and no piece of light finds it's way into his sealed, wooden coffin. nothing will change, nothing will happen when you're already dead inside of your head
In a large french city Lives a pathetic robot Spending a half studying And the other half dreaming Split apart by a terrible void. Burning his eyes with illusions Is his only way to cope with reality. Surprisingly he can talk, he put on his mask He's a pleasant person to be around, even. But, after he quits the violent light of the class, He remember what he is: Nothing. Checking up the phone: last text weeks ago Checking up e-mails: only spams and work Checking up facebook: no update since months Slowly losing his sanity, he open his laptop, He put up pretty pictures on his screen Re-Watching his favorites scenes. BURNING HIS EYES BURNING HIS EYES BURNING HIS EYES It's midnight, he goes to sleep "Tomorrow will be different, I'll promise."
I've traced this sidewalk with nothing but leaden feet for company. I look up: there is only the grey splatter of clouds and the knowing that my end is near. This self-induced ending draws exitement and disgust even as I pray against it What god would let me direct myself What man would accept my life What version of myself would accept these decisions Made pointlessly in spite.
>>26373478 C'est tout le probleme, je connais des gens et je sais a peu pres maintenir une conversation, mais j'ai absolument 0 ami. Du coup je deprime et je reste sur le PC a rien faire. At least browsing 4chan improved nicely my english.
Let's talk about self doubt I'll out The skeletons in my closet Locked them away They fraught my head And paused my thoughts And I never make progress I got this inkling A feeling it's Niggling and wiggling In the back of my mind that I've lost it Or maybe I've tossed it away Either way I daresay that astray is Where I've wandered And the road ahead's So grey of sky And full of fucking dread that I Just don't even want to waste my time By pressing my mind Away from the lines of Thought that seem to comfort me. Craftsmanship is dead That's why I Find I lie By high tides When a dry mind's nigh Else I'll die instead But it leaves me alone: Only the open ocean for my throne I am the captain of a ship with No crew who'd do anything To get home Sometimes the gales they Come and they go All the while, my smile It pales with the snow Feel the whitecaps bursting over the whole Vessel. And I constantly wrestle With the currents of doubt That billow and swell and swirl around Stirred up in a tempestuous bout The fury of the vastness crashes down See my tomb is swells up now I shout out loud All lost in the deafening howl
Riding able selfish unstable fishing deception relocating fable, passing turning waking taking flying biting eating hiding, signing waiting sleeping 22, 94, 88 score. Worthless sack of space wasting money every day staying up till I die forget why eat, waste, sleep, wake shower, waste, sleep, wake. bake, stew, beer, whiskey always feeling frisky. cat, comp, window, ground short fall now I've done it. Somebody save me.
Fat little piggy sat at her computer dreaming of a robot with the decency to shoot her Degree so shit it's printed on some toilet paper Mean, gross, and ugly couldn't get a dog to rape her Couplet A and B match at the ends, she's a submoronic slut would blow her fucking brains out if she only had the gut
>>26376784 Look at me, a bored man with nothing to do ill tell the people having fun posting poems to shoo please pay attention to me i cry this is the only mark i will make on humanity before i die stop posting this stop posting that i have a neckbeard and i am fat
>>26376969 You are a sad man I feel in my heart, You'll probably die of diabetes or a fart. Kill yourself now with helium bags. Kill yourself now you autistic fat fag. Go away you troll you need now wander, Leave us be before we slumber
>>26376969 said the neckbeard as he fled i have better things to do like jerking it to shemales taking a poo he claimed he had left but we all know hes just shy hes still lurking this fucking thread even though he said goodbye
My dark, unclean computer screen Winks out for one more night. The cheeto dust about me crusts My keyboard's keys from sight. I turn and fart, and in my heart I know I'll be alright For I shall sleep whilst Normies creep To work at dawn's first light
What sort of fool would go to school, Uni or work or train? Do they not see that as I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm king of my domain? What form of prat could stand all that And more: I can't explain. Can only smirk while Normies work: Wagecucks they all remain.
>>26377320 Drinking and driving, where is my pipe? Smoke a quick bowl, then turn right. Park in the same spot, thinking "Why?" Clock in on time, thank god I'm high. Always escaping, sober is a rarity. Smile with Lucy; so much clarity.
She would have loved you but you chose your dear Molly Her porn name was Angel Dust, you fucked on the trolley You met up with Crystal to soften the blow from when Mary Jane left you feeling sort of low And as you take Lucy, your clumsy words slur "I'm warming to you, but I could have had her"
>>26377320 (You) >>26377635 (You) Working for that check, building a dream. Overtime struggle, acting like a fiend. Alcohol daily, Mary's a lovely lady. I need a new routine, can anybody save me? Only myself and now it's time for the comeback. High as Micheal Phelps and now I'm 'bout to swim laps. Puma's on my feet and my mind staying' on track.
To buy yourself shoes with the name of a cat You spend forty hours breaking your back Kids pluck out flowers, examine the roots Then learn the word "weed" and discard them for boots With the name of a cat or an ancient greek god Or a woman named Mary who feeds the facade
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