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'You're Too Sensitive'
I commonly hear I'm much too sensitive. I also hear I have a habit of treating people like a punching bag. Why? I try so hard to keep my head straight.
Awesome Saturn Exclusives: Platformers
Hello, and welcome back to Silver Linings where I find the positives in maligned pop culture. This is the second of my lists looking back at the Sega Saturn. When looking at why the Saturn failed like it did, many explanations were brought up. There was the botched early launch that alienated retail channels. There was the fact that the Saturn sold for $100 more than the Playstation and Nintendo 64, a handicap that didn't get reduced until the system was just about dead. There was then-CEO Bernie Stolar's comment that the Saturn wasn't the future of Sega which killed consumer interest after only two years on the market.
Adam WallacePublished 7 years ago in GamersDesertion
I can only assume the clouds put the sun to bed before he could rise. However, they refused to cry. I stood atop the tallest building on
An Open Letter To The World
I do not want to die like this. I make self-deprecating jokes about depression, anxiety, and a general lack of health. I question my sanity, my right to live, to exist. I need to change something before it's too late. I cannot stand behind a company, a community, a country that blatantly dismisses and ignores the countless suffering souls who merely survive. I am giving all I have to entities that believe I am disposable.
Megan UnderwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRope
'I'm at the end of my rope'she saysand I'm inclinedto believe her.I can't help but bring to mindimages of noosesand career criminalsof bygone eras,their pasts at last caughtup with them,all that running over,the crowd that's gatheredto witness their executionsurprisedby their calm demeanour,surprised by theircomplete lackof agitation.But is it reallysuch a shock,that these characterslook upon their deathas they'd look uponany other incident,any other inevitabilityof life.
Liam BatesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime
As I walk around this empty town The lights are dim I hear no sound Everyone's sleeping, tucked into bed My minds gone crazy with words to be said
Dawn MoranPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Smoker's Breath
She took a drag of her cigarette, told her secrets to the nicotine, and they let go of it, telling their lies. She put her heart and soul into it, and got nothing in return. Cos for him, she just wasn't it.
Home
I used to dream of a house with four walls. Standing almost 10 feet tall inside were memories I dare not share, and feelings that I couldn't bare.
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in Poets