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Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.

Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wilde

Got The Time Mister?Life is short. A hundred years sounds mammothian. It swells in your mouth and tumbles heavily off the tongue. A hundred years. It deceives us, life is short. Life is too short to accept sadness. To resign yourself to misery. Sometimes these things happen to us, and that is alright, but to choose to cloak ourselves with chain-mail before swimming in the lake at twilight... well. Life is short.

Life is too short to hate your job, you only get one shot at this experience of the universe (even if you believe in reincarnation you will never be this person again). Life is too short to accept friends, lovers or family who damage you, in any manner.

Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy so
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?

Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?

Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and

Omniscient"What is something you wish to learn from me?"

A straightened back. A gentle smile.

"I want to learn everything there is to learn. And some that isn't."

A icy face. A deepening scowl.

"It is impossible to know everything."

The smile dims, and brightens again.

"I can try."

A cold laugh dies down.

"What is something- one thing- that you wish to know?"

There is silence.

"I have realized what I wish to learn."

A determined face, set in stone.

A sigh.

"Speak."

"I wish to know what makes something impossible."

Distant TravelAbsent.
Far away.
Travelling soul.
Home.

EmbraceSky Bridge -
Horizon's end
meets earth.

HumanitySometimes, one wonders about the very values and forgotten simplicity in human life.
Is it better, after all, to resign yourself and allow yourself to be captured or brought to your knees in struggle, rather than go on fighting against a superior force? How strong is the will of humankind, and the good qualities of kindness and decency when placed under threat? Will people help one another when struck by calamity? Will they stand up to it, fight against it, try and make something better of it and of themselves, or will they collapse under the pressure of it and cave in?
Does society crumble when something greater than themselves threatens to place stress in the matters of humans and the idleness of their lives? Do people go back to feeding their own needs, should something go wrong in all that they consider normality, ignorant of the sufferings of others and the greater intricacies of what makes a person human?
It’s strange, too, just looking at how taken humans are to arts and a

Teen Titans Go! Canonically Incorrect?Teen Titans Go! – Canonically Incorrect?

(This entry is not an attempt to enlighten anyone to current events. People might have already come across what I’m talking about. But in case some people have not, on with the entry!)

*THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS VERY, VERY MILD, BARELY PREVALENT LANGUAGE.*

Well Teen Titans fans, the new cartoon series for the Titans, Teen Titans Go!, has been on the air for four weeks now. I don’t know about most of you guys, but I personally find this show quite entertaining! I had my doubts in the beginning; I was really worried that the show was going to bomb, not really because of the design the s

absentforever searching,
absent minded,
always alone.

BraveryBravery, some people say, isn't a thing that a lot of people have, and cowardice is what most of the population of this world thrive upon. Unfortunately, many people agree with this theory, which is just as disappointing as it is stupid and ignorant. Now who ever decided upon this opinion, I would like to wring your neck and leave you out in the sun to shrivel up and die - but that would take a whole lot of bravery, and according to you, bravery isn't something I have, is it? I think, if you decided that everyone else around you lacks all the bravery that you have then I think that really, it is you who is the coward. Because only a coward wo

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This power....
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
In
MY
hands.

Only
MY
hands.

I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.

However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
All I want is to bring change.
I ca

Imagine A Hill And A ManYou see a man, probably in his late twenties. He's standing on a tall hill. More specifically, a precipice.

What's he doing up there?

This man was married. Emphasis on was.
His wife died weeks earlier, and he was in a deep hole that he could barely climb out of if he tried.

His thoughts lingers on her as he stood on that hill, a slight breeze blowing through his hair. He thinks he has nothing else to live for and he thinks of all of the things he's accomplished. And of how selfish he's been lately, and even throughout his life. He thinks of how he neglected some of his friends, and in some cases, completely abandoned them. The only things

Almost Human - Chapter 3: UnderestimatedBatman swooped down the building as fast as his grappling hook allowed. As soon as his boots made contact with the hard and unforgiving alleyway pavement he rushed to the fallen clown. The Joker landed in a collection of metal garbage tins, he was still breathing. The cans must've broken his fall. Batman approached him; the jester opened his eyes and let out some weak laugh. "Ow… that kinda – hurt," he giggled as he attempted to stand.

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You're doing it wrong.I sat alone for hours before I saw her. Rising slowly next to me, the truth appeared.
First I helped her shaking off the remnants of tiny lies which remained attached to her body.
-You’re doing something wrong. - She then said in a soft and brittle voice.
Truest of the truths. Naked and raw. Lost and still hiding. I pulled her by her fragile and delicate hand. Sad body consumed by the monsters created by the ones to whom I’d spoken. But, unavoidably, she started slipping away once more.
The poor little thing clung to my arm contracting her week muscles. She tried and tried and tried.
I knew she would fall and disappear before my

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by ~dreary-sinner, Apr 3, 2003, 7:42:17 AM
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Der Hass brennt in mir, lichterloh, einem Feuer gleich. Wie ein Feuer könnt Ihr ihn spüren, eine Aura die mich umgibt, wie ein Kranz aus Flammen. Wie ein Feuer so könnt ihr ihn auch sehen, wie er mein Gesicht entstellt, wie es sich in unvorstellbarer Abscheu verzieht. Und wie ein Feuer so kann er auch tödlich sein, kann alles verzehren das ihm im Weg ist, alles vernichten bis nichts mehr übrig bleibt. Und wie ein Feuer kann er auch Leben retten und nehmen. Er hält mich am Leben, gibt mir ein Ziel, er hält mich aufrecht und zwingt mich dazu weiterzugehen. Nur mühsam kann ich ihn bändigen, doch frage ich mich: Will ich das überhaupt? Warum lasse ihn nicht frei, lasse ihn los auf die Welt, die mir immer wieder dabei zugesehen hat wie ich auf die Beine komme, nur um mich wieder zu Boden zu stoßen? Warum lasse ich nicht den Hass seinen freien Lauf nehmen und ihn für mich Rache an denen nehmen, die mich enttäuscht, die mich verletzt, die mich gequält haben? Noch kann ich es nicht zulassen, doch der Hass verzehrt mich weiterhin, frisst meine Seele Stück für Stück. Noch kann ich ihn beherrschen, ihn zwingen mir zu gehorchen. Noch...

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Hoppla. Da hatte ich doch glatt einen Teil der düsteren Gedanken übersehen... Das war nun definitiv der letzte.

~Stalinlasar Apr 6, 2007 Hobbyist Artist

Heilige scheisse du sprichst mir aus der seele.
ein glück hast du, ich kann meine gefühle nicht so ausdrücken.
mehr kann ich nicht dazu schreiben.

~raphi-kun Apr 4, 2003

Ziemlich "radikal" meiner Meinung nach, man könnte richtig Angst vor dir bekommen *schauder* Aber du drückst Gefühle wirklich super aus!

~elentari Apr 4, 2003

noch... doch wenn nicht mehr, wird es helfen? wird der hass den schmerz lindern oder nur neuen schmerz hervorrufen?
~jaja, ich wieß, nein ich fange nicht an zu philosphieren :-) (Smile)

~
sehr gut, auf jeden fall, kann mich allem oben genannten nur anschließen :-) (Smile)

~Cynthia-light-shadow Jan 5, 2013

Warum hälst du dich selber auf und sagst, du würdest nicht philosophieren? Weil es nicht an diesen Platz passt. Man müsste also einen Platz dafür schaffen. Klar soweit?
Genau das habe ich getan.... Falls du immernoch Lust hast, zu philosophieren, bist du herlich eingeladen, mitzumachen.... Die Gruppe nennt sich `Philosophen`, und jeder der Spaß am philosophiern hat, ist herzlich eingeladen! Philosophie ist mehr als ihr denkt!!!

~chamunan Apr 3, 2003

Das Ende ist genial. Man hat echt das Gefühl als würdest du einen gleich anspringen. Und wieder einmal hast du ein uns doch zu allvertrautes Gefühl wunderbar nähergebracht.
(Ich klinge schon wie meine Lehrerin)
Auf jeden Fall hat es mir sehr gefallen. :D (Big Grin)

~selune Apr 3, 2003

Again, a very strong text! Awesome use of fire imagery, extermely expressive, creates such a vivid visual picture... Seems a bit agressive, though. But I really like it, you must be profficient at essay writing...
My respect,
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