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What Makes Us Human
Logic shapes us, helps us make the right choice
Its the fuel to your mind, spirit, and voice.
Trust is a tool than can be bent and be broken,
Innocence lost in a second, in a word that is spoken.
Deceit and manipulation can only take you so far,
Let it go on for too long, and you'll forget who you are.
Rage is a fire that burns from your core.
Let it take control and you will be nothing more.
Ambition can be distorted, take you down the wrong path
Bringing the world your creativity's wrath.
Memory is a dream that sits at the back of your mind,
The key to your future, to all humankind.
These fractions of the psyche come together in perfect union
Its just one of the things that makes us human.
Logic shapes us, helps us make the right choice
Its the fuel to your mind, spirit, and voice.
Trust is a tool than can be bent and be broken,
Innocence lost in a second, in a word that is spoken.
Deceit and manipulation can only take you so far,
Let it go on for too long, and you'll forget who you are.
Rage is a fire that burns from your core.
Let it take control and you will be nothing more.
Ambition can be distorted, take you down the wrong path
Bringing the world your creativity's wrath.
Memory is a dream that sits at the back of your mind,
The key to your future, to all humankind.
These fractions of the psyche come together in perfect union
Its just one of the things that makes us human.
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human...no more
Human...no more
Struck like a blade it will silence you, seeing you as no friend.
Ghostly it wanders the lands seeking an answer.
What went wrong, where is it, what is it.
It cannot be found, it never gets seen or heard, but it does leave a trail.
You can follow it all you want, but you won't be following for long.
Children are afraid of its name, though their parents tell no one.
You can look for ways to stop it though you are bound to fail.
Weapons won't stop it, shields won't halt it, and people only get in its way.
There kind no longer exists, yet it still walks.
Seeking what you and they ask, yet only one knows.
It is said to
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Humans
She likes to think she could bury him. She likes to imagine a place she can visit and know he is near, even if it’s only skin and bones. At least he’d be near. But, she imagines him lying in a field somewhere in France, his beautiful skin ravaged by different carrion. She imagines him alone and it kills her more than the telegraph did.
How out of place that telegraph had seemed. It came on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday morning. Shouldn’t the world have ended the moment he stopped breathing? Shouldn’t she have known? Why had she needed a telegraph to tell her the news, when she should have felt it?
Her mother, a self
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History of a Heart
I looked at her looking away and I said,
“If I only here one thing from you let it be that I am the only one you’ll ever need,”
She turned her back and said,
“Don’t you know by now I can’t ever tell you that?
This life is too short for you and I,
So please forgive me if I don’t drop it for you,
If you ever cared you wouldn’t ask again,”
“How can you say that when we are so close?
I think about you always and I am always here,
Whenever you’ve needed me so you know I care,
It wouldn’t be much different from now but,
For a stronger bond and a different title!”
“
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Finally got around to finishing this.
This is a poem written about the A.I. of Project Freelancer
Delta, Theta, Gamma, Omega, Sigma, Epsilon, and Alpha belong to the creators of Red vs Blue, Rooster Teeth productions
© 2014 - 2024 mcbriderulz
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