

Broken ToolsCovered in pink, Drenched in red, The cold make them white, Yet all I've done keep them black. Burned, Bloodied, Cut and roughed... Yes, these hands of mine sure are dirty.Broken Tools


InevitableHold my hand, 'Round the bend, We'll run and hide.Inevitable
Up the hill, It follows us still, Our escape is clearly denied.
Closer it nears, Feeding our fears, We are about to engage.
But as we slow down, We turn and smile, And learn to accept old age.


The Human Resources VanguardThere once was a young man, minimum waged, Who worked a desk job, and wasn’t really brave. All day and night, he worked for his boss; To get a raise, his cause was almost lost.The Human Resources Vanguard
The boss had a fair daughter, smart and hot, To which the young man, a chance, he had not. Though every day, she would pass by smiling, He believed that he was to her liking.
The one day, his boss stopped by his office, “A promotion”, he offered, “if you want. Take on this assignment, and don’t miss An opportunity that many sought.
He gladly accepted this dreadful demand.  


BridgeIf we could build a bridge To link the moon and sun, Everyone would help Until it was done.Bridge
Happy and joyous, There'd be celebration about! Light and dark! Now everyone could have both no doubt.
But think about it, If we built such a path, we'd only get in the way, Cause between the moon and the sun, Stand what we call home, And we'd have to take the bridge away.


A Formal AssessmentYou are the figure. You are a thief. You are expected to be beseeched. You are the pixie. You are a dream. You are remembered, or so it seems. You are the shadow. You are a ghost. You are addicting if I may boast. You are the glimmer. You are a pain. You are this hammer to my name. You are the keepsake. You are a key. You are my dying memory. You are the missing. You are a past. You are yourself beyond my grasp.A Formal Assessment
Thank you!
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Those with hope open the door.
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Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity
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"You only live twice:
Once when you are born
And once when you look death in the face."
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Good authors too who once knew better words, now only use four letter words writing prose, Anything Goes.
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~Live your life with markers, not pen or pencil,
so it bleeds through to the next page.~
Maybe one day I shall print it on a card and you'll see it on a rack somewhere :]
well...I can dream lol
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