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A less boy-bandish way of saying 'life'. This is a scattered page of quotes, thoughts, and a poem or two. Some are those I have been inspired by, some I have written myself.

My First Real Love Poem

A poem by me

'Who's it for?' I asked her

'No one really', she said, 'I just wrote it'.

It contained the hurt she felt my dear

The saddness in her soul

The quiet in her pale blue veins my love

And shadows on her smile.

A teardrop lined her eye my sweet

And drip-fed her heart pain

Frail finger looped soft hair my darling

She laughed a sonnet at me.

'Who's it for?' I asked her.

And she said:

'It doesn't rhyme'.

'I am a little man and this is a little town,

but there must be a spark in a little man that can burst into a flame.'

~John Steinback

MAYBE I AM NOT VERY HUMAN.

WHAT I WANTED TO DO WAS PAINT SUNLIGHT ON THE SIDE OF A HOUSE.

~EDWARD HOPPER

I have to change to stay the same

~Wilem de Kooning

You laugh at me because I'm different,

I laugh at you because you're all the same.

There's no point in destiny if you can't change it.

Life may be a book written for us; but it is written in pencil. Each of us can erase what is written, and write our own destiny.

~Me

Life can only be understood backwards,

but must be read forwards.

~Kerkegaard

To the world you may be one person,

but to one person you may be the world.

Things do not change - we change

~Henry David Thoreau

The only interesting answers

are those that destroy the question.

~Susan Sontag

Independence is a myth.

I want to belong to someone.

~A friend

People only read the short quotes.

~Me

Out of you head

Out of your bed

Those friends you once buried

Won't stay dead

~Slim Westerners

To understand anything we must first understand ourselves

Nothing is black and white in life,

so why should it be after it?

There is no heaven and there is no hell.

~Me

Even if you are a minorty of one,

the truth is still the truth.

~Ghandi

Time Does Not Bring Relief.

A poem by

TIME does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year's bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,so with his memory they brim!

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, "There is no memory of him here!"

And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

'Motorcycle Emptiness' is the blackest of teen anthems, a widescreen emotional X-ray of how it feels to grow up in a system that loathes and despises you and demands that you eventually feel the same way about yourself.

~An NME review of the Manic Street Preachers song 'Motorcycle Emptiness'

How can we as humans know what it is to fly; to feel the wind beneath our wings as birds and angels do? When we jump, we have no choice but to fall.

~Me