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“To not Sink a Friend” is a tale of a man’s battle with his mind in his sudden need to revel in anger, raised against his negligence to befriend a beloved who he once placed all devotion. A tale of misunderstood manipulation from said once-beloved, in the wrong belief that she is at fault. A…
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“If leadership merely required experience, then I’d make all my mules as my generals.” – Unknown (American Civil War) Leadership is based on the brave choice, not on experience. For what one is experienced in, one has gained ground and knowledge in. For leadership, for politics, a person climbs to the top by way of…
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Just an ending To what is my travail In all life’s complications. You are the world that stems on infinite time, Away from any shortest moment In deepest passion. I feed the eternity something blue, Something new That does not wallow in the shades of grey. Filter my dismay That I might receive the ‘forever…
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Your eyes, Cast from molten marble, Merged in a skull, of thickened ivory, Loosened treachery. Sweet on the skin, does your tongue lick the seeping Sweat, though it looks to me like blood. Allow me what cannot be found Anywhere else, As the corrosion of vast erosion, The burning of something too gentle, Too weak…
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Throwing my heart to the moon, Telling stories, Wile my arms are empty and wide As the moon is faceless. Telling a past by my fault Is as hurling pages to the flame To be singed like skin That had been touched by a woman’s sin. I want to adore What I abhor. Though, the…
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“Of all I’ve grown angered for, it has always been clear in mind that through grief, a person has no clarity. A resolution, a solution, an answer is not met when one is swamped by their own anger, stemming from their own grief. Why has it been, even in recent days, that one movement will…
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Face the flood For my realization, in love That to waste time, is to waste life Beside the one who has hugged merely strife. I have given all, As you have given nothing. All of my heart is swollen upon the tomes Of empty pages. Depression is a man’s companion When his Nature is tested,…
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How long have you stayed awake To forge the night from your eyes? I wish to see What your scarlet heart has dreamed Beyond the realm of sleep. When you begin to sigh Let the pain slip by From hands that have shielded your face, Under covers, where blood is to taste From marks where…
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Keep the fall Central, with the snow That comes upon your palms Under the heat of your stare. You are The woman without a plea To make, in the nighttime openness. Two eyes That deign to cry For a wilderness, beneath my sight. At my feet Where stepping stones are imagined, I am committed to…
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Start drinking The solace, with the air of your breathing As Heaven rips away from your throat, Coated with the silver of the moon. I have come as the groom, With you, the bride, Holiness has reprieved loneliness As circles surround fingers, Gold and timeless. I want to cry All the words in my language,…
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“It is in a man’s instinct, his Nature, and for what he teaches to himself, to suffer less than the ones he’s meant to lead. For what leader suffers the same as his weakened people? A man’s attraction to politics and leadership positions only comes by way of what he teaches himself. He weeps in…
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It is that My love has become so wild, So much like the adoring child That my eyes begin to stare At the wrong breath, the wrong air. My face begins to move For the lonely kiss. It is that my eyes do not wish For sleep to be. My yearnings are stemming From the…
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