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Who Are We
Who are we is a question I ask, where did we come from way back in our past, are we really from here or some where in space did we come here to colonize are we the reason the dinosaurs are extinct where did we come from, where do you think this is a question I ask repeatedly. Did we hail from another planet dieing like a star or were our ancestors all but killed off, the thoughts I think about have me always curious, did we destroy ourselves and now starting over were we really genius traveling threw the stars. So many questions none have yet to be discovered who are we really how many of us suffered likes those in area 51 we are experimenting on our brothers and sisters this just will not do, but this is just my ideas on the subject what about you?
By Loki Ramsey8 years ago in Poets
& You Will Write
You're going to learn that in life you will have cuts you cannot stitch together. You will just have to keep replacing the bloody bandages your whole life. It will be less about making it in the world and more about making it through the night. There are people who will love you and people who will hurt you more than you ever thought you could forget, but in time, you will move on. It will be so bittersweet. You will one day learn that it is only survival to move on. However, there will be some people you will never be able to forget. No matter the time, no matter the distance or reason. Like walking on splintering wood, you will carry pieces of them in you, and you may forget that it's there. But sometimes it will ache so bad that you try and try to dig under your skin to figure out just what keeps hurting.
By Sydney E. Carter8 years ago in Poets
So Much, so Little
I have so much to say, yet so little comes out of my mouth. my brain is a hoarder, and all my thoughts just pile, building mountains and mountains of clutter. so many unsaid things, so many regrets, so many different scenarios that run through my head, yet, there’s nothing I can change. It makes me feel helpless. It makes me feel powerless. My mind needs a cleansing to rid of all these thoughts, but like a hoarder, it’s hard for me to let these things go.
By enigmatic mami.8 years ago in Poets
