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“All things related to Justice relate to order. Those things are of logic, of structure, of knowledge. Interpret something like Justice that relates to all these things, and one inevitably makes their own perspective as just a ‘fragment of the whole’. Such means, that through that fragment, that subjective interpretation, that opinion on Justice, there…
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How many eyes can perform the ocean’s settling To be drowned of itself, To form the desert, at its feet? I am your new light That exists, only to be in fright Of many whiles, where tears are shed, As skin is shed Over the Hell I call my home, Over the well that collects…
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Fall with waves That lean towards the pedestal Where I am seen Raised, upon the trunk of eternity. I am still too numb To see any higher Beyond the mere vessel That sails, only to move With the wind, With the current, In the fading hours of this frozen dream.
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Do not try To wrap your arms around my bleeding body When I am attempting to let go Of the blood that flies. I am attempting to let go of the book Full of pages, stung by the ink, Of feelings that have turned into the blackness Of their ebony shape, Laid upon the white…
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Choice is the only thing to define the irresponsible self, for such means that to be irresponsible was to have a choice in what one acts upon. To have a choice merely means to never want for lacking one. Because, when one lacks a choice, one is automatically responsible for everything they are bound to…
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Abstract. By its definition on Google, it means: Existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence. Such means, that it cannot be a creation, though only a disfigurement of one. By what art refers to, it is always a creation, something materialized into shape. Though, if art is…
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Tell me your hour When to meet, by a frozen stream, That I may lick the tears That have become as often as the night Is to you, beyond the realization of the sun That could warm you, Beyond the you That does not want to smile. I love Without sickness to my words, For…
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I seem to have a glimpse To what cannot be missed Of her, by the ashes Of one previous decaying world Her fingers have brought upon To cease splendor, into hollowness. Like the moon with its craters, Like the sun with its core, Where coldness descends into burning lust, As life leaves its place, to…
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How many tears Must soak the glass in my cup? How many Will leak from the shallowness of my eyes? For all I’ve seen Is the backwards of me, As I surface through The sun with its smallest share of darkness, Because it cannot warm the universe Where I am lost. I feel ice Upon…
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What rained scarlet With the dying moon? Her razor tongue Dries the porcelain away from the newest life, That falls into oldest death. I am one trip away From leaving this place Forever, away from the decay That leaves a taste upon my own tongue, While her bitterness is still Upon my lips. Love unmentioned…
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“No amount of returned pain unto the one who has dealt pain unto you, will heal what hurts. It will, in fact, only serve as the reminder for what you have lost.” – Anonymous
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“The starving pauper who demands Justice upon their woes, upon their defeat in a social realm, will consume it, like any morsel of bread they find to linger in a waste-bin. The cruelest truth, is in comprehending that Justice must come from a source of personal stake, in embracing the effort of being responsible enough…
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