Body & Soul2 mins ago
Love
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I am a man, I am intelligent, I am a person, I am kind, I am patient, I am loving.
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not, -
I feel the feeling, welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone. I'm left cold, just wishing for it again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole.
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, and a day dreamer. Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you?
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not, -
I feel the feeling, welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone. I'm left cold, just wishing for it again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole.
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, and a day dreamer. Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you?
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For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
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I am a man, I am intelligent, I am a person, I am kind, I am patient, I am loving.
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional no one knows i am a killer.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control as all serial killers are.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not i can feel the murder squad hunting me down like the dog i am.
I feel the feeling, all that blood welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears as i know i have to kill again and again.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything except my hellbound soul.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone only temporarly and I'm left cold, just wishing for the slaughter again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole till i dismember again and then the feeling of sweet solitude is almost orgasmic....almost pure solitude.....
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, a painter in blood and human bodily fluids and the street floor is my canvas. Am i a day dreamer ? Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you? Am i as sane as i think i am ?
I am a man, I am intelligent, I am a person, I am kind, I am patient, I am loving.
I am cold, I am calculating, I am a liar, I am selfish, I am a person, I am emotional no one knows i am a killer.
What follows no-one will ever know or suspect, it is secret and hidden and more to the point, I am normal, adjusted, strong, and in control as all serial killers are.
When I am alone, and unfortunately, although rarely, when I am not i can feel the murder squad hunting me down like the dog i am.
I feel the feeling, all that blood welling up like a warm ocean, pushing up through me towards the back of my eyes just waiting to spill out like a wave of shimmering mist. Music, emotion, a memory, it's as if these things lower a hook deep inside and pull out from those depths the most beautiful thing ever felt, and then I cry, or fight back the tears as i know i have to kill again and again.
Tears of emotion not sadness. Emotion for everything, everything beautiful, which is everything except my hellbound soul.
For a brief moment, emotion for this existence rules me, and then it is gone only temporarly and I'm left cold, just wishing for the slaughter again, nothing else matters. I know it will come again, I can feel the beginning and then it flows, like a drug, why can I not feel this all the time? I'm shattered, broken, like a cracked vase remaining in one piece, whole but not whole till i dismember again and then the feeling of sweet solitude is almost orgasmic....almost pure solitude.....
I'm not a writer, I'm not a poet. I am an artist, a painter in blood and human bodily fluids and the street floor is my canvas. Am i a day dreamer ? Perhaps the most emotional day dreamer in existence based on what I can see, which isn't a lot. This is a call to all who may read this. Are we all the same? Does this happen to you? Am i as sane as i think i am ?
lostforever
when you get these beautiful emotions & you start to well up let the tears flow, there's nothing wrong with a man weeping, I wish that more men would give way to their emotions, I feel that the world would be a better place if they did. Ignore the moronic answers that some folks are giving you & only take on board those positive ones, I'm a so called normal man & I'm on your side mate.
when you get these beautiful emotions & you start to well up let the tears flow, there's nothing wrong with a man weeping, I wish that more men would give way to their emotions, I feel that the world would be a better place if they did. Ignore the moronic answers that some folks are giving you & only take on board those positive ones, I'm a so called normal man & I'm on your side mate.
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