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“People’s lives don’t end when they die. It ends when they lose their faith. Will it be death while still holding strong to faith, or a long life gained by renouncing it?” – Hanzo of the Salamander (Naruto)
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“To explain the concept as the ‘Big Bang’ might be the same as to wonder how something comes from nowhere. To this extent, one should then go to explain how love works. If God is love, then He holds not a creator of His own. If something can arrive from nowhere, being of love, being…
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I thinkWhat you mean to me,And the waters run.Bleed alwaysMy heart, wide open,As the embrace of both armsTo call you in. Leave these petals,Dearest blessedWoman of my next tomorrow.I shall kissThe sweetness of your red,Beautiful cheeks,While you sigh out infinity. Welcome me,As I welcome youIn arms, that never hangWith the strings of heartsThat fall apart,In…
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Love can open wings,Not the jar of jealousy.The remaining steps,Too broken to followOn seasonal endings,Where comes the painOf imagining. We bleedThough, we do not die,When all is said,Though, we do not cry.A face is all it takesTo mimic the sideThat said,“I, too, wish to hide.” Layered by brokenness,A fever comes to welcome us,A sadness comes…
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My eyes closeTo reopenUpon an aching realm,Where hands shatter before they are claspedIn the deepest prayer between others. Thoughts may overlap,Though nothing collectsWith the beauties that make us poignant,Make us sureFor the stars that ascend, in the dark. We believe,Though we keep to beThe recollections as weapons,The miniscule tidesUpon the driven shores,As pettiness swallowsThe poison…
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WhoUpon the rocking cradleComprehends why the infant weeps,Why the same puling thingNow distantly sleeps? TirednessMakes the same resultOf the man who swims in his yearning,To the woman who swims in her past,Bleeding dryThe notes of the heartUpon the curtains before one’s brokenness. We needAs much as we pleadFor the friendTo wake us,And tell usTo sleep,…
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“Distrust breeds itself upon those whose grudges bare themselves in remembrance. Memories that do linger, latch themselves as leeches to siphon away any thoughts of a future where hands are held, as steps are walked. Though, between those of shared pain, there is that hurt laying beneath the flames of anger. It is our ocean.…
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Love for the self does not dig deep, for no person can empathize with themselves. If one has no comprehension for what one struggles with, then this supposed “self-love” will linger upon the exterior, because it is the same as finding comfort in deception. Deception or self-deception, with the latter being the chosen usage of…
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Block your road,Endless journey to the beginningOf pieces placed,As life remakesSteps to followOn the hollow road,Dreaming of sceneries collected,Drinking sorrow resurrected. The snowAtop your eyes,Has landed, by this eveningWhere your dreamsAre a contemplative memory.Walk about,Look beautiful,And do not for a momentStop to breathe. Collect your heart,Broken of fragments, at your feet,Run along with the birds,Sing…
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WaterYour weary hour,Or come to fillThis heart with the yearningThat journeys again to your arms,Filling NeptuneWith fields of living Heaven,Swollen of light,Counterfeit of the dark. I knewTo God, whose tears were diamonds,That your fall would notPull you freeFrom safezones, the solaceWithin the whimpering silence,As you dream of discovering contemplationIn the endeavors of designation. As blood…
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Believe inWhat more could come for usIn beauty’s retreatBack to ecstasy,The loss to returnUpon the sweetest embraceTo ever encaseThe song from your smile. I do not want loveTo be bandaged, this wayWith the familiar murky watersWhere we stepped our feetTo be sunken through.How does the painHold you throughAnother night, without me? Great changeRides the soft…
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“By what rule can a person state that information simply not to the pleasure of a certain individual, is wholly misused? Could not certain information instead be termed as ‘misinterpreted information’? As in, only a person of greater intellectual function could universally comprehend what is said to be nonsense?” – Modern Romanticism Information is what…
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