Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
Those stones around Us, in the wastes Seem to be alike my arms Pulling you down for the taste. A gravitating grasp, is the entirety of Saturn With scents visible for the air, Inextinguishable for their lasting Through our merged stares, In love, without makeshift care. I find you visible for my form, Your words […]
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Her appearance had been, as it still is, a force of endearment over Anton’s visage, washing his face with her colors. Everything he was witness to, during her life, is again, written even now in every crease to his cheeks and lips. It is this way, while he strains to withhold tears. While he strains […]
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Godlike, in every essence, For your masterpiece is one. A vision of simple making With details unending. I caught a droplet of your sweat From one highlighted shoulder Deep in the gleam of fading sunlight, In awe of the moon, Soon to come, Soon to show How lakes can form from exercise, upon your toes. […]
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How many hours Can float by Without the sight of each delicate stream Of joyful glee? A wilderness in your eyes, I was lost in Upon those hazy summers, Brought down in the currents Of two million tears. How many tears of my own Can float by Without any worth for why I cry In […]
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My hands reach down to wash The ivory from my face, The bitterness from my taste, The dirt from my heart, The dust from my soul, Before all else becomes the toll, The reaped reward Of a single penny in a fountain, The single minuscule Worth, of a million more droplets of this bronze, Because […]
Read More“Why should I be a proud writer, when there are those who’d read my writing, recall a painful memory, and begin to weep to it? Why should I be a proud writer, when there are those who’d read my writing, feel rage for what I say, and thus become my enemy? Why should I be […]
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Un-adored, as you were, Dressed in solemn midnight Beneath waves that retreat, Though do not leap Towards the next place for us to weep, Towards the spot we’ll love to seep Emotions down into a well Of startled hearts. Has no one questioned Why the moon possesses more faces Than the mere warmth of the […]
Read More“To be proud for the self, to be proud for who one is, is nothing more than the result of what an action did that benefited only the self. How does one go about examples for this? Greed is the best example. For in doing right for another person, in being selfless, should not make […]
Read More“To do right for someone else, is never a choice. Who contemplates on what do for someone else? Is love not the most honest of emotions? Is love not the most direct of emotions? Is love not the emotion offering the urge to rush to embrace the vulnerable loved one? If so, then how is […]
Read More“There is no interpretation of pride, left to be subjective on what the cause was for being proud. As in, even to be subjective on a subject means to dissect meaning. What does one question of the right thing to do? No one does. Who questions the son who saves his mother from the burning […]
Read More“When we find that Hell holds more comforting flames than Heaven, we would be wrong in only one experience. Allow your heart to be truly captured by the stunning image of beauty. Allow this, and you’ll find those flames of Hell to be a coldness, to freeze your flesh into stillness, without much to forge, […]
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It is somewhat often that a man will find himself to be nestled near to silence, as if his arms were wrapped about the form of a woman. Her comfort is brought into that solace, that silence, because she seemingly has nothing to fear. What of Anton? He raises himself, to form steps with the […]
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