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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
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see an
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I'm frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins and icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs. Because there's none. I don't feel anything when he leave.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed, and heart broken. Because at least sadness can prove that I loved him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that's what I know, that's the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and crying without rain to validate our tears. I want to write so
Words on a ScreenLife has been a v i c i o u s cycle.
I’ve stuck in it for years, since senior year of high school. This was when friends turned away, turned into things I didn’t need. Depression destroyed a lot of what I held dear, leaving my life in shambles. Somehow I made it through to the end of the year. Somehow I managed to grab hold the edge of my cap, and managed to toss it up into the air, and join my Class of 2011 in celebrating the feat of graduating high school.
It wasn’t until I was out in the real world that I realized the saying, “You are only friends with people at school because you saw them five days a week.” Quickly I watched as everyone got married off, or had kids… within the simple span of months since we took pictures on the tarp covered graduation floor. The men wandered off to their missions, the women started families. Everyone I was around for the final year of high school quickly ran off to their fut
KaterleYou are what taught me how to love, your breathing my dictionary. I sleep best when you're snoring next to me, as you're doing it right now...
We met when I was about ten, and I wasn't doing well. You came with sky-blue eyes and the old lady you just wouldn't stand to be separated from. The beauty of winter, but your heart was a camp fire in the deep dark woods, a comfort to the lost wanderers like me. When my head ached from crying too much, I had a soft place to lay it down on you. Your fur dried all my tears. Your gentle purring drowned all thoughts of sad and grey.
That house was never my home; but they say home is where the heart is, and you were there, and I stayed with you.
Would I still be alive if I had run away back then?
Would it even be life without you?
And whenever my heart hurts, I have you. Your sweet, gloved paws to touch my face, your calm heartbeat to talk to me. The only thing it ever says is 'I love you.'
It's an echo of my own, it's the voice of all my thoughts. T
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
The World Is A Trigger: Social Works. It all began with a look outside the window. Perhaps they could have of told them that they had no daughter, or that she wasn't there... But where is there use in lying when all their names are in he system? Before there was a chance, they met her eyes. After adult-talk, the sheriff walked in. His words burned against the rim of her cranium, the way he directed her to clean her room... But truly, was that his worry? Or was it the way the black mold on the living room walls curled so delicately, as though purposefully designed. Perhaps he wanted her to start simple and keep her hidden in lies, despite the obvious truth that returned her glares. Then again, maybe it was due to the dog's papers, full of business, that the sheriff slipped on. Maybe, again, he wanted her to begin small. But what is so small when he questions her desire to live in this Hell? Had she known the world, had she known a true, "normal" household, perhaps the sense would have met her to beg them to sav
masochist.It's not the simple pain that I enjoy,
it's simply the pain of loving you,
which gives me my sick thrill.
lover I will never haveto the lover I will never have...
What was I in your eyes?
A one night stand?
A friend? An enemy? A lover?
Though, I thought it was strange... You always said you hated me.
Always pushed me away.. But I guess that's alright.
You called me cute though. That day, after school.
It left an imprint on me. And I wondered.
What do you really think of me?
Just what am I to you?
We never kissed. Never-- did, anything of that nature.
School's full of pretty boys.. And hot girls..
Why call me cute? Why not some chick you got pregnant?
There's videos of it, you know.. Online.. Tons..
We want to share our bodies with the world. We want them, to notice us.
To touch us. Show us how they make us feel..
I'm just a guy.. Nothing special about me.. Not at all..
Still, you called me cute. And I guess..-- I wondered what you meant by that.
Maybe it was nothing, so I'm overreacting. But maybe, maybe it was something.
I'll never know.
Though days will go by. Before long, you
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
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