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“To blame the greed of an individual, can be more of a blindness to what that individual accomplished, of their own hands, climbing each step, little by little. It was not a feat, done overnight. How is such a person to be condemned by so-called greed, to not simply hand forth their earnings, when they…
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“We always lean to kiss the flame that is never meant to wither, like the flower.” – To not Sink a Friend
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“For love does not leave a tear to drop from an eye, without its catching before it reaches the Earth. It would only grow another standing statue, another beloved, who faces her hands in the infinite sorrows.” – To not Sink a Friend
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We were nothing more To be everything less Than a mountain To shadow the sea. Love is our story, Our complexity, Our safety, Though we bleed so much, With tears that stream Down to our frozen chins. That mountain, Our love, Lowest In its deepening cratered Shallows Where anger raises up, For that mountain Is…
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Holding a cup, Wielding my own tears in a basket, I drunk from The solid silver To spill the same color Upon the radiant soil. It had rained from somewhere else, As sprouts grew from someplace else. I felt the rocking, The quaking Beneath my soles, Wanting my eyes to leak The same stains To…
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No more long speeches, No more long breaks In the forest, where we take Turns to reach for the clouds Gathered, Then parted From the circles, they formed. No more time to talk, No more time to walk On in the same direction. We are so much like the ash that rains Upon our hands,…
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“Love is felt, on knees, before the unseen, before the unexpected to have happened, before the rose that never wilted. We eat the storm’s rain, though it drains to our mouths from the opened wrist, as crimson. Love is bled, from a vein that drips its contents into our parted lips. We feel our weakness…
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Looking back To my other end Of the lake, that shares Twisted, Broken branches. Her eyes leave marks, Her form Casts the storm. She bleeds all over me Grief, and pity. Her life Forged, through strife. Curves that taint the Earth, Growing weeds, Brambles, Among thickets, Thorns, Never the sweetness I’d expect. Her touch burns…
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“A vision that loses sight of the past, loses sight of the future. This is factual, in understanding the very human denial to believe that one’s ending, one’s failure, would not appear as painful as how one started. For whether that pain be the labor of a mother, or of a worker whose palms and…
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You enveloped me, Roped me into years of bleeding, Gave me nice words To the next degree Of splendid heat. I felt your churning Down in Earth’s bowels. Can you hold onto the kindness, Or would you Rather withdraw to the blindness? The darkness suits you more, More than the notes upon doors, More than…
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“Whoever said that creativity affects a person’s mental health, has it backwards. It is mental health that affects creativity. It is the emotions of the madman who is the best creator. Without those unknowns stemming upon the blank page, there will be no ink to draw from. For that unknown is black, as the page…
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“No human on Earth can erase regret, so long as a memory is stored in where it had been frozen. Bury it, deep, though it won’t be killed.” – Modern Romanticism “One would be right to say that the future will be the same as their past, when they keep in the mind that the…
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