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How dearly I’ve recalled In these few moments, to this time, The beauty I must describe, near to wine. Oh, love With your bluest of gazes, Startling me as though I’ve stepped Off of ground To the abyss of an ocean. Oh, love With your scarlet cheeks, Making me believe I bleed with the color…
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Edge yourself On the end of the tight rope, For it is the last bitter release Before the middle is cut. For upon the stem, Midnight becomes the image Of two connected hearts. Am I the roots, While you are the bud? The thorns! They are on the road to travel To you. Though, the…
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“If one wants to say that everything is subjective, then their statement is automatically proven objectively false when we know we cannot argue against 2 and 2 equaling 4. It should be immediately understood from this that if there is such an inarguable answer around, then for every question in the universe, there is also…
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“It should be easily understood that a person will only ever defend their own skin, their own hides, their own selves, when they find themselves to be physically in danger. It should be easily understood of any average human that what a person does not want to see about themselves, will be shielded by another…
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Love is a judgement, pointed at imperfection. It is because if God is a being believed to be perfect in His essence, then it is love that is the emotion for humans to feel, to draw a flawed person into perfection. We say over again to others to “never judge” another on their imperfections. Yet,…
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There is no genetic component within the human brain that can offer a scientist predictions on mental illness. If someone believes it to be true, then they must also believe that each human on Earth can be manufactured to be evil. Like some machine built in a factory, released in the world like the latest…
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I dreamed of entwining with you, In the finality of our youth. You spoke words that came to me as whispers. You dreamed of the world apart, While I saw it together. You fought with destiny, While I sought To make it breathe. You grovelled on the floor, At the face of death, While I…
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Darkened complexion Is mine for the telling of sadness. She dropped off my arms To the stillness of the Earth, Frozen in a comparison To where she found a new bed For her form to lay, For her lips to say, “This is the end.” My angel has fallen, Loosened upon the weight of pain,…
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Our skin sold us For the mud of graves. Our flesh melted off Bones as white as the clouds, Upon those dry days Without sounds. Chained in the ways of death, Chained, though without breath For our eyes can only see ahead, Having not viewed below To our feet, where hands grasp us, as gods.…
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Let me haunt your flesh To rise from its place beneath Soil and trees. I want to see how pale you’ve become, Of how solemn your eyes have been stained, Of how wishful your voice has hurried itself, Of how morbid it is, That those tears of yours merely hang there To never fall. Why…
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Concept: A woman about as beautiful as many, always seats herself before a mirror to adorn herself in cosmetic, to appear attractive, for no one. That mirror is her curse for loneliness. Though there is a man who represents the “peeping tom” in this story. He always comes to view this woman in the window,…
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We are sailingTo the winds at our backs,To the freedom that says,“Do not turn back,For there is nothing you lack.”As the clouds part,It is the only storm to ever close,While ahead is the light. We are drifting to the sunrise,Not the sunset.Though, the west be aflameWith the fires of distress,Glimpses of power grasped by filthy…
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