RedAndTheWolfboy

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PROMETHEUS by RedAndTheWolfboy, literature

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PROMETHEUS

PROMETHEUS I'm moving in slow motion in a world that is racing, And it kills me to see all this time that I've been wasting, But there's nowhere for me to go so I guess i'll just keep pacing, I guess i'll just keep pacing, I have to keep on pacing, It's sweet relief when finally the adrenaline is kicking in, A modern day Prometheus tomorrow i'll do it all again, The only difference is that I can see there'll be an end, There will be an end, there has to be an end, My nerves keep climbing higher but they're all already shot, And what goes up must come down so now i'm waiting for the drop, I've already made it

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Nov 23, 2012

Without poetry, I would be insane. To not let these emotions flow out, to not release love and pain and anger to the world would make me explode. If I never wrote then no one would hear me. No one needs to see my work, so long as it's out there. People hurt sometimes, I know I do, but it's these little things that help us. It's the little things that help us survive. The compliments you may hear occasionally, or the hugs from friends. The concerned look on your best friend's face when they know something's not right. Every little act of compassion is a gift. So give.

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Oct 22, 2012

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So I've written this line, and i love it, but i can't seem to fit it into anything I've already written, nor can i write around it.Thought I'd just leave it here for now. (please do not copy, and credit me accordingly if you do) "Always so hungry because I'm hollow inside, carved out by that loud little voice in the back of my mind. Trying to read faces that live inside masks, constantly judging me for questions I haven't asked."