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“Where is the use in asking a question, though possess no certainty in one’s answer to it? Where is the point in being comforted by question? Are schizophrenics next to say they’re comforted by their own fears? They are tormented by them, and a schizophrenic feels more uncertainty than any other person. Why ask a…
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“We protect beauty as easily as we despise the sting of hurt feelings. We protect our inner selves, shielding ourselves with a mask of toughness. Though, for external protection, in the name of love, we protect because a lover has a need to be heroic. Love is what protects beauty. Love is all that protects…
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So much of a daughter Resounds as the oceans within your smile. How are we able, to stay so stable In arms, as we quake like the Earth? My only excuse for life Is to make you my wife. I have stopped so short on the path for a man’s ambition, I have made an…
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Among the beauty, Among the clarity Of ceaseless moments, there was you With the roundest, fullest gaze Drowning out my harbored haze. You stilled teardrops Before they fell, to their collections in Hell. You slew the demons, as they were plenty, Drawing from my well, to make me empty. My love, with open arms to…
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Fold back your tears, Lunge forth your gaze Upon the silver streaks That leak from a hollow man’s black eyes. There is blood, running like rivers Over wrists, that receive no kiss. There are tears That aim to fall, from somewhere so tall At the highest leaf, from the lowest grief. There will be stains…
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This home, Made of fire, Burned by hands and remembrances Of something cold, though dear. Love was something I could tell Was something that could be away from Hell, From the grief, from the sting of pain, From the endless shame. Who are you, I ask To the reflection, before me? There are trees That…
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Without your ink on my page, I am merely the blandness, The white-out for the memories That once held me in the stillness For captivation. For without your sheer presence, My mind is but the torment To my unending youth. All I caress, is the pain that pours down On the leaves, that gather at…
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It is known of the Liberal Left that they enjoy it when speech is silenced, that when a person speaks in a manner deemed offensive, they are quieted from talking. Simply call the person deemed to be racist, a racist, and they are quieted. Even the police in certain nations cannot arrest gangs, out of…
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Struggle, as I mightTo list the words that reflect backSickness, to my heart,For what I see upon the flowing pagesThat receive the endless wordsIs the guilt that replaces me, by a flood,By a hole,By a voidThat sticks to my fractured flesh,Sticks to my pleading voice,Attached upon my anguished self. Leave me to count the stars,For…
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What is the very difference between trust for a person, who might have a disease, or to simply trust another person? Is there any difference within the word “trust” by these two scenarios? To love another, to trust another, and when blending both “love” and “trust” together, the only thing that may divide a relationship…
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How sad You walk, How frail You talk, Among the slopes that descend your stare, Among the clouds above your head Where falls your hair To be seen for its sheen, Within the area of your limitless bosom. A heart that calls to a start Of betterment that lasts for moments more Than ever you…
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Still in a cusp, Folded hands that are pressed Against my expressionless face, Without a place To truly set my heart Where only fields roam, on their own, Where only oceans run, without the sun. I hold darkness, close to heart As idleness is something common To my emptied Hell, To my fullest well. Draining…
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