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“If to be personal means to have once trusted, then to hate means to have had that trust betrayed. Though, it is only ever when the attachment was personal, that love becomes hate. Love turns to hatred, only when trust is betrayed of a personal closeness. To be racist must then mean to fear all…
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You turnThe blue from the storm,Leaving me to grapple the wavesBy my hands,Upon this desolate landWhere the ripples break me. You churnThe waters beneath my crutches.I rotate these handlebars, slowly,To fathom your deepest apologyThat came riding from your mouth,When the last breath was taken. Like a church that never met winter,Like a lake that never…
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Can you lose the lightBefore I go onWith the womb I shelter myself in,With the hollowness I place my voice?Your tears stream a river for my defeat,Down beneath the crevices,Further down to the undertowingNature of these footsteps. I blow dark kissesThrough the ignited blue,I want to seek guidanceFrom something brand new.I shelter myselfIn a void,Forgotten…
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“Has no one ever considered that the idea of making a statement relates more to ‘looking good’, over ‘being good’? Has anyone ever considered that to cause destruction relates more to ‘looking good’, over ‘being good’? This is due to that the raising of something requires action, while the destruction of something requires the arrogance…
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“Humans do not part by love, though part by trust. Within trust, physical closeness is there to reprieve fear, prejudice, and ignorance. Who we love in our lives, is always given trust to suppress doubt. Who we ignore in our lives, is always given distrust to encourage doubt. Why would a songwriter write of ‘dead…
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“Not the love, but the trust, that quits its breath. For nothing hurts more of the ended romance, than knowing we still love them. Such means, that not love, but the trust, always dies. We love them, still remaining hurt, though our trust, our closeness, is now the parting. For as love dwells in the…
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Breathe into me,Lift me from the water,For my feet have been drowning.Your dark hair,Your ivory fleshIs all enough to feed me,Seed me,Twist meIn all comforting senses to you. You have meaning to your eyes,A gleam to your gaze.Kiss me with all the radiance of this forgotten world,Filled with flames,Smothered in guilt.Branded by deepest sorrowsThat never…
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Madness neverReceives the soilTo smother its flames.Just a burning remembrance,Just a solace to ache the soothingTimes of simple yearning.Just a darkness to make misfortuneOut of something so familiarAs the sky’s embrace of winterThrough her eyes. Like two blue flamesFanned only by the sighs of grief,Unable to be extinguishedBy tears of a greater hue. Madness rolls…
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Just a handLet loose from the palm,Kissed to many a rainThat had fallen from eyes meant to see stars.He watched her fade,Staring with a wandering soul,Wondering eyesSo rounded by ringsTo a beauty that remained eternally young. A world within himself,Homesick,FalteringBeneath waves that carry canes. He shall beMore crippled without her near,Still holding the blue upright,Still…
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Never so muchKept in the dark,Holding upon soil, with an animalStuffed with paper,Paper disused,Misused,Meant for currency,Used for comfort. A bleeding,Rife,Opened soulTo the sounds of a distant fallingOf a woman’s voice.She sends him whispers,The child with the teddy bear,The child with a lonely stare. A spirit,A phantomClung to dirt,And from dirt, to debris. A little tearComes…
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What a mindI was born within,A final echoing momentThat I release from lips chapped by time.I release the fuel from the fire,The water from the soil,The entrances from the exits,The simplicity from the complication. I sacrifice tears,To let allowance to awesome fears,A greater shiveringTo a world that has nothing moreThan the pain where I sink…
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“Were a scientist to attempt to numb human pain, they’d only succeed in burying their humanity alive, not ever dead. Were that same scientist to attempt to replace all their human flesh with metal, they’d still require a human component to maintain functionality. Otherwise, they’d lose themselves. It is the same with understanding that a…
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