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Should you die,Could you bury me with you?I’d like to not re-lift the memoriesDeep from undergroundIn my mind,For my pain has already surfacedFrom beneath an oceanOf the same tears we have both sailed uponBeneath starless skies. Love is the finality of our great devotion,And death has been its greatest enemy.Like two petals to cross either…
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Make me bleed Over thee The running wine from wrists that hold captives Riding endless currents To their bitterness. I have become one of my own, As just merely a vessel in these wrists. Love was once all we had For ourselves, And now I am fixated on the endless hurt, The endless war In…
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“To recognize our strength, is to see where we stand, that we do stand, that we are standing, upon the Earth where others have walked. For we do not walk any path alone, for the same reason as we should know that others know our difficulties, and can understand us. Self-worth has no meaning, if…
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“In ways we feel vulnerable, we are in love. We trust, because we reveal to the other what we’ve held back, when alone. Darkness, holds the same appearance, as loneliness. Everything we reveal, is trusted by the beloved other, to not be scorned. Rather than the truth to scorn us like the sun with its…
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“Flesh is the representation of truth. Uncovered, it compels us to turn away from it, because everything that is about truth, is something revealed. For the same reason as anyone cannot look directly at the sun, things that are ‘revealed’ represent light, not darkness.”
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In my time of writing, I have received inspiration from a different art form. Some have said that this is a powerful way to write literary works. In many other’s cases, it may be true, too. For those who cannot understand it, it is much like a sculptor going to see theater performances, and receiving…
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“Most ignorant people will state that dominance and submission references wife-beating or domestic violence, when that is simply not true. Dominance refers to loyalty and confidence, attributes that a man genetically possesses, in a predominant manner. To a man, vulnerability is something very alien. That is, he is not willing to simply weep around anyone.…
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Like each pang of burn, Like every drop of sweat, To be hung From my cheeks, from my chin, There is you in mind For no reason at all. For I cannot discern The origin of this feeling. I cannot tell From what Hell, This anger springs from. It is just there And will not…
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When the tears stop flowing From the two sponges kept in sockets Floating atop lakes, Nestled before a mind, Where I gave up the sight for life, And the only vision before me Is a fleeting one. I saw her form, Bleeding upon the shore. Shells were fleeing From their mother. She was the broken…
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My poetry manuscript got accepted by a local publisher in my state’s county. I am thrilled about this. Perhaps I can finally get past my past, and focus on the future, for once. 🙂
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If I was never a poet, Pain would be so easy to feel. If I was never a poet, I would not care to see the outline of your face Embedded deep in memory. If I was never a poet, I’d not have fingers to press buttons Merged in the emotions, where I let tears…
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While I sacrificed all imperfectionsFor one perfection,For one love,Fate was there to curse me. While I sacrificed all the time I hadFor one moment,I received a blame, by fate and its surrounding colors.What a spectacular array of sequencesThat bordered on imprisonment. With her, in arms,I faced the face of Death,And I spat in its face.…
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