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PoetSitting, waiting. Nothing.Poet
How can I expect to be a master poet? If words will not flow??
How do poets weave their ultimate, works of art, incredibly-fine masterpieces,
so easily?
And then the very thought, Makes me wonder and ponder, Sitting and waiting then typing
And embroidering a poem Like poets do.
by ~mimi555123
RememberOne.. two.. But what was the next number? Four?Remember
Stitch two, purl one.. Was it the other way around? Do I need another stitch?
Let the stew simmer for 12 minutes.. How long has it been? Oh! Is it frothing already?
I must bake, like before.. Have I done this already? Why is my cooking black?
Remember that.. I.. can't.. Huh? Why can't I remember what I was thinking? Um, Could you repeat that?
Breathe in.. Breathe out.. That's strange, I'm trying. Was it this hard before?
by ~mimi555123
In the Realms of PokemonWe will be Heroes... Pokemon!!In the Realms of Pokemon
In the midst of the street, a confused girl walked down the empty road. The vast, everlasting sky stretched over the gloom and followed her. Yet, it was not the same sky that had smiled upon her a few moments ago.
Noticing a figure walking towards her, she felt relieved as it was human, like herself. The boy was curious about this strange girl who stared at the mist above them. Suddenly another figure emerged from the thick fog.
"What is that?" she asked, "It looks like a Houndoom, but isn't one."
The boy looked at her weirdly.
"It's a dog"
by ~mimi555123
The ImpossibleFlying wouldn't be so bad If there was no such thing as fallingThe Impossible
Getting a job wouldn't be so bad If it wasn't so hard
Passing grades wouldn't be so bad If failing didn't exist
Being creative for once wouldn't be so bad If the Imaginary cam alive that is.
Why are things so impossible?
by ~mimi555123
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
--
"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
--
"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
--
"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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