when there's not much else to do

but dwell on problems and strife

it might be nothing new

just like everyone else's life

complain about the problems

shatter at a touch

the pixels make the demons

but too much is never enough

not long enough to remember

not short enough to hope

just far enough to be tender

sometimes it's the only way to cope

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hello yes i'm 18 and i write emotional poetry thank you goodnight

this girl

w a s

t r a p p e d

in the

c a g e

c a g e

c a g e

c a g e

c a g e

c a g e

called

'love'.

She sat inside,

pathetic

and useless

Even though,

she had the

key

key key

keykey

k

e

y

k

e

y

k e y

key

*k e y

to get out.

When you are really curious how old the Prosers around you are, since you interact with many of them on a daily basis but still realize that anybody could be on the other side of the screen, and you want to find out but at the same time, knowing someone's age could completely destroy the person you were constructing in your imagination based on the posts you get to read.

That's me right now.

It's a phrase we've all heard, a warning. Until recently, I didn't like the expression. It made me feel belittled - don't be curious, don't do the dangerous thing, stay away. It's better left alone. Solid advice, but still suffocating.

Then the blackhole of the internet spat out new meaning for the phrase. I learned that the expression has been cut, clipped to fit. The whole expression, if mostly unknown, is much more satisfiying when stiched back together:

Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back.)

Much better. Futher digging also offered up more insights.

Great minds think alike (though fools seldom differ.)

(The) Blood (of the covenent) is thicker than (the) water (of the womb)

Jack of all trades, master of none (,though oftentimes better than master of one.)

Indeed, curiosity can kill, but often, digging a bit deeper can lead to the satisfaction of a new understanding.

(how i wish i could)

{r e a c h}

u

p

:and:

t o u c h

-those-

s * t * a * r * s

d

i

p

[][][]my glass[][][]

```into the ′ ′ ′

n e v e r e n d i n g

c/o/s/m/o/s

=and=

d^r^i^n^k

{}{}{}from the {}{}{}

milky~moon

~~~~~gracing~my~lips~~~~~

|||with its|||

...honeysweet nectar...

l e a v i n g m e

///thirsting for more///

You pour the bowl first.

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No but for real,

You either pour the cereal first, then the milk, or you lose cereal priviledges.

If you pour too much milk first, you have way too much leftover milk after you're finished with your cereal. If you pour less milk, after you pour the cereal, you can always add more milk. You don't know how much of a cereal to milk ratio you need if you pour milk first. You also get to dampen the dry cereal on all layers instead of just what lands in the milk.

i love being cryptic.

“Oh, I’m a Libra.”

Yes you absolutely are and I am not going to elaborate on that while I joyfully watch your confusion and attempts to figure out if that is a good or bad thing.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Yes.