From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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VIPPER2005-01-02 17:08
my hd is clicking hard
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Nanami-Kun_1872005-01-02 18:03
yeah..!
you tell em' buddy!
errr.. here's my own alone:
In the darkest hour of the night
into the net i set course of flight
writing posts and jokingly thinking
When on earth should i stop my drinking?
i couldnt believe i was so blind
looking now
at the piss and shit stains on my behind.
damnit i gotta stop taking drugs,i must i must
before i end up looking at my finger with lust.... (sick)
because i cant keep up writing this song
before i shit my pants it wont be long.
so with great joy and sorrow altogether
i decide to quit my poetry forever.
as you all can see my songs sucks totally for sure
thats why this is the last line of it.. (doesnt rhime, i know XD)
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VIPPER2005-01-03 14:02
Home Alone (1990)
Directed by Chris Columbus
Writing credits John Hughes
Genre: Family / Comedy
Tagline: A Family Comedy Without The Family.
Plot Outline: An eight year-old, who is accidentally left behind while his family flies to France for Christmas, has to defend his home against idiotic burglars.
User Comments: A timeless classic
User Rating: *******___ 6.4/10 (19,880 votes)
I just so happened to actually have the time and idleness it takes for me to actually go and research the origin of cultural phrases of absent semantical content. Unbeknowenst to me, these ridiculed and parroted words you have written there in such a phonetic way are words from the verses of the lyrics for the ballad "Crawling", written and subsequently performed by the group of musical artists who call themselves "Linkin Park".
I will add this little pearl of knowledge to my treasure of experience that I have gathered over the years whilst strolling around over the hills and meadows of 4chan.
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VIPPER2005-01-03 19:39
*ahem*
Crawling
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem
to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real
discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...
to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real
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VIPPER2005-01-03 19:58
there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming
confusing
its lack of self respect... that... umm.... damn forgot
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VIPPER2005-01-03 20:05
i live alone
i work at home
i never see anyone
this sucks