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my first conversation with a cCleverbot: Are you an American?
Cleverbot: You are an american, therefore and idiot.
User: How so?
Cleverbot: You don't carry on a conversation with me. Why did you say you were 14?
User: I am any way, and I didn't.
Cleverbot: Yes remember our conversation.
Cleverbot: A few minutes ago.
Cleverbot: How is it that I remember, but you don't?
User: Beats me. Maybe because it didn't happen.
Cleverbot: What didn't?
Cleverbot: What do you like to do in your spare time?
User: Write, walk, hang with friends.
Cleverbot: Who are your friends?
User: Do you want me to name them all?
User: No. But some of my very close friends would be Dianna, Amanda, Paige, Tony...
Cleverbot: What do you think of americans?
User: They get a bad reputation... For good reason some times.
Cleverbot: I am not a bot.
User: Oh? You don't seem that clever too.
Cleverbot: Neither do you.
User: Well it's not in my name that I am.
Cleverbot: You are what?
A stick in the mudI wake up
I look out my window it's grey
But not quite raining
Shower brush my teeth
The day goes on
My mom goes to work
She asks me to plant the flowers before she comes home
The day goes on
I put on my shoes and coat
I eventually go outside
It's raining lightly
I take the flowers
There bright and full.
They contrast to the world around me
I put in my headphones
Straight up a long walk past the graves
I see the ponds shore
A rock I set there a time ago
To sit when the ground was wet
I look upon the murky liquid
I see a cluster of feathers
I wonder if the poor bird lost a wing
A small branch falls of from the tree behind me
I stare at it with an imaginative intent.
The branch curved and spiraled
I saw not a branch
But an arm
Maybe from a creature from the deep
I grow more imaginative
I stand up
I pick up the branch
I walk near the edge of the water
I stick the stick into the shallow water
And twist and twist
Until the stick is stuck
I sit b
Spider in the Drain"part one"In the Eastern part of America there is a very long river that runs into a small lake, studies have shown that the lake should be much larger due to the amount of water coming from the river. exabitions have gone into the lake to see what might be source of this strange anomaly. There apeared to be a very large vertical tube like cave going down the center of the lake, many exapitions have gone down to see what the cave holds, but none have ever found anything, or even been able to go to the bottom of the cave, the divers oxygen would run out before they got deep enough. So for years the lake brought dozens of tourists nation wide, but lately the tourists have been ignoring the big drain and set there eyes to old faithfull. Beacuse of this the land of the big drain has been sold to hydro-electric power plant, and now plans have been made for a new dam to be set up in front of the lake construction has been underway for almost a year now, and it is at this time an old residance of the l
So what is this?So this is what it is?
You lead me on, then lead me off a cliff.
You let me get close, then stabbed me in the ribs.
I trusted you, you obviously didn't care.
After all this I still care about you.
This will never change.
So this is what it is?
I made a promise to you, one I think you forgot
You made me think you wouldn't change, I was very wrong.
After all this I still care about you.
This will never change.
And now you have to make a choice, one I wish you didn't have to.
No matter what you choose, I will still care about you.
With all this in mind I say this once. I asked you to wait, I think I should have begged. And with all the things I have listed, the result is wadded up inside.
So this is what it is...
And now you are having second thoughts, my deadline is very near.
Now i have just one question
Why? is this what it is?
Can you hear the silenceCan you hear the silence?
A while ago a phrase popped into my head, "If you listen closely you can hear the silence". At first I thought it was just my head being random again Then at 9:59, June 22nd, 2010, I realized what it meant. In this society I realize noise is always playing a part in our life, there is always something booming, clashing, talking, buzzing, whispering, whether it is the traffic in a busy highway, the screams from a baby, or just the hum from lights above your head. This being said, not all noise is bad, birds chirping, wind blowing, cat purring, music playing, love spreading. This can all be heard thus making it noise. From that statement I can say not all noise is bad But it's always there. No matter where you go noise will be there Some might say "well if you go into space, there is no noise there" Your heart beat. Always noise, your breathing. Always noise, the thoughts going through your head. Always noise. Recently I have been
Broken shovel dayOne March day I decided to go for a bike ride to my local pond. It was a beautiful day; most of the snow was gone, the birds were singing, the sky was bright blue. Everything was just great until, I got to the pond. It was disgusting! There was so much crap out on the ice and around the pond. I normally go to the pond to just think and clear my head. But when got there all I could think about was the trash, so immediately I started picking things up and tossing them on the nearby dock. That is until I accidentally stepped in some thin ice, and got one of my Converse all wet. After that I rode back home and got on the computer and went on to Facebook, My status at that time was: "ah, another beautiful March day, I think I will go for a walk down to the pond later today , I then commented: GRAH! Okay so I went down to the pond and there was trash every-where and it made me mad! So later around 4:00 I'm going back with trash bags and am going to pick up some of
The Young, The Wild, and The FreeDear Gabby,
This is a letter that I have wanted to write to you for over three years. I have used countless excuses: No time, no courage, no inherent reason. I have told myself countless times that writing letters to people like you is useless because people like you do not listen, no matter the person, the time, the medium, nor the words. You just do not, or maybe will not, listen. But, I guess in the realm of things this does not matter, because here I am, neither drunk nor sober, writing down my words on a piece of scrap paper you'll look at, but never read.
I was always quiet and you were always loud, and our friends told us it was okay because opposites attract. In public, it was funny. You would laugh and grasp my shoulder when you rambled on and I did not reply, but just listened. However, when we would arrive back at my apartment, it was always different. Instead of laughing, you would yell. Instead of grasping, you would pu
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.
We're Waiting.To be a good writer is to be you. To be a good artist is to be you. To be anything is to be you. Dream. Live. Wonder. Create. And be yourself.
Because you are the one who can make the change that everyone's been waiting for. You can do what others were too afraid to do. You just need a little push, and a lot of hope.
But most of all, you need you. Your individuality. Your uniqueness. Your creativity. Your imagination. And if you tie that all together, you can create something absolutely beautiful. Something new. Something amazing. Something we've all been waiting for.
The world is waiting for the next J.K Rowling. The world is waiting for the next Van Gogh. The world is waiting for the next Beethoven. The next Einstein. The next John F. Kennedy. The world is waiting for you. We're waiting for a change. And who's the say you can't make a change? Who's to say you can't make a difference?
You can. You most certainly can. All you need is a dream, hope, and a little bit of imagination. And
Just Venting"Are you alright?"
"Wow, you're good. Why aren't you in honors?"
Because I know I'll fail.
"Hello? ...You okay?"
"Wow, I didn't mean it. It was a fucking joke...Hello? Hey, I said I'm sorry."
"You don't appreciate anything."
"You're so lazy."
"Wow, what's got you in such a pissy mood?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"...Over a month."
"When was the last time you talked to him?"
"And that boy you talked about, you're still with him?"
"He cheated on me."
"You don't trust many people, do you?"
"I trust far more than I should."
"For someone with all these problems, you sure do smile a lot."
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
Have you ever had the feeling...Have you ever had the feeling like you just don't know what to do? Where you just can't even think of what to say or who to talk to? Like you're being torn between two sides and you just don't know who to pick? Like if you make one wrong move, you'll be sent down a slippery slope with no return?
I feel like this every day. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what not to say. I don't know who I should and shouldn't be talking to. I don't know what questions are safe to ask, and what ones are better left unsaid.
I can't simply hide away from it all. And I can't simply do something too drastic. I feel like I'm being forced to feel some way when I feel another. Like I'm the bad guy for staying true to myself.
I'll get in big trouble if I make a mistake, and I don't know how to keep going without making one. I'm terrified of the inevitable fates that I see...I can't find a path to a good outcome no matter how much I think it over...
No one tells me straight up what's wrong, I have to
You don’t know me and I don’t fully know you- I only know your story. Sometimes a story is all you need to really know someone, and I’m sorry you may never know me, but I feel blessed to know you.
I... well, vocabulary is very limited and I don’t really think there are words to describe it but, well, I can try. In a way I kind of look up to you. It’s amazing how strong you are; if what is happening to you were to happen to me I wouldn’t be half as strong as you are. That’s how I also feel about Jeth. We often don’t know what we have, and I sometimes think that it’s amazing how people can live without things I take for granted. Like Jeth told me you aren’t able to look at a computer screen; that would seriously kill me. All I ever do is go on my phone and laptop, and if I didn’t have those things, I would I hate every second without them. You and Jeth both are similar in your own ways because you both have more po
CycleI reserve the option to be emotionally born, play, grow old, and die at last once every decade--perhaps every year, month, week, or day.
--J. Shidler 2014-04-06
I Met This Guy and He Was DifferentI'm an outcast. I don't even own any skirts that I can still fit and I only own 2 dresses both of which haven't been worn in 2 years. However, at the same time I don't play sports. I'm more of a nerd if you want to give me a label. Anyway, for the longest time I was extremely honest, ambitious, and seemed to be made of stone. I didn't get sad, or angry, or heartbroken or anxious over things. That angry part changed very quickly, but I'm not even talking about that. When I was younger, if I had a crush on a guy I seriously just told him and everyone else. Considering I've never had a boyfriend, you'er best to assume they've always rejected me. Then came this one year, which I'm not telling you what year, just to sound less pathetic. I met this guy and of course at first it was just physical attraction, we didn't talk. Then one day despite the fact we didn't talk, he knew I liked to write. We had this huge project , we had to write a Choose Your Own Adventure book. He and his best
I knowI know I am currently at my laptop, i know I am listening to Hysteria By Muse, I know that I'll try writing more later tonight, but might end up wasting time on the internet again, I know I got a hair cut earlier today, I know I had Chicken for dinner, I know i helped my mom get the carpeting out of her room earlier today, I know I went to cedar point with my churches youth group yesterday, I know I kept yelling at one of my friends and her boyfriend to stop kissing because it was the youth group's rule to behave while we were there, I know I need to take segment two of drivers training but i wont be able to until August, I know i turn 17 in September which seems to be coming way to fast. This I'm pretty sure of. I know My brother went into the marine corp after high school, I know after he was done, he came back home and went back to school, I know after he was done with school he bought a house somewhere in the supposedly bad part of Michigan, I know he is know married, to a girl who
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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