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“Why should I be a proud writer, when there are those who’d read my writing, recall a painful memory, and begin to weep to it? Why should I be a proud writer, when there are those who’d read my writing, feel rage for what I say, and thus become my enemy? Why should I be…
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Un-adored, as you were, Dressed in solemn midnight Beneath waves that retreat, Though do not leap Towards the next place for us to weep, Towards the spot we’ll love to seep Emotions down into a well Of startled hearts. Has no one questioned Why the moon possesses more faces Than the mere warmth of the…
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“To be proud for the self, to be proud for who one is, is nothing more than the result of what an action did that benefited only the self. How does one go about examples for this? Greed is the best example. For in doing right for another person, in being selfless, should not make…
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“To do right for someone else, is never a choice. Who contemplates on what do for someone else? Is love not the most honest of emotions? Is love not the most direct of emotions? Is love not the emotion offering the urge to rush to embrace the vulnerable loved one? If so, then how is…
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“There is no interpretation of pride, left to be subjective on what the cause was for being proud. As in, even to be subjective on a subject means to dissect meaning. What does one question of the right thing to do? No one does. Who questions the son who saves his mother from the burning…
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“When we find that Hell holds more comforting flames than Heaven, we would be wrong in only one experience. Allow your heart to be truly captured by the stunning image of beauty. Allow this, and you’ll find those flames of Hell to be a coldness, to freeze your flesh into stillness, without much to forge,…
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It is somewhat often that a man will find himself to be nestled near to silence, as if his arms were wrapped about the form of a woman. Her comfort is brought into that solace, that silence, because she seemingly has nothing to fear. What of Anton? He raises himself, to form steps with the…
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Turn back to face The storm that does not leave, For that is where you feel truest Without me. I watch from the clouds To sense darkness in the shroud That encases your temples, That throws over your light, Smothers your sight, In the agonies you face, in those deep dreams, In the findings you…
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As what quakes Is what breaks The ice to the melted heart, Having once quivered to each beat Hollow upon the river, Nurtured to each shiver, Staining the mind With age. My blue is my deep Memory in my eyes, While something seems to speak Deep in the flames, Nested in the grains That wash…
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Something speaks The universe from your eyes, The blood from your veins, The sentences from your soul, The messages from your heart, When two men go missing From the era of your desire. Poor simpleton, To the pyre They have went, with your heart in their stake. The flames grew higher, The scents grew taller,…
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Wed roses together, When we share together Deep moments, until the wreckage of hollow moons, Under the gaze with harbored tears, When faded photographs Are yours to swear Were not together there With the failing of your heart. You have music to play? Then, play it, Sound it In the drums of drunken song. All…
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When hearts tangle veins in a circle, When motionless beats are unfurled as loosened seeds, When beginnings are reaped, as endings are sowed, When miles are left for the ocean that sweeps All else into its bottomless form. What hunger can I reign into you To have what is left for me? I come in…
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