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“There are those who will state that Traditions must be banished, because they ‘impede the road to progress’. There is something about ‘destroying traditions’ that many don’t realize what effects they will create. If a society holds traditions that uphold the meanings of love and truth, family and union, then any attempt to destroy those…
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Darkness is a brutal kindness In the coldest and warmest remembrances, Of each thing lapsed so far in the past, That I cannot tell What flavor are my tears. So much sheltered, Out of the cold, And so very bold When released, for me to see With eyes, ablaze On the only ever known cruelty.…
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She lurches forward to kiss Horrors into my scalp. Like one shadow let loose from lips buried In the redness of an apple, Plucked from the orchard to be bitten By how she encompasses Eve, as most sinister in shape. She follows wherever I travel, Where it be, in my mind or by my side,…
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I have not left the blue Of her tears. I only hold the shape close, Rectangular in form, and frivolous in its definition Of fate. I still deny The sentiment, Of what should be Left behind. In the moments I catch the raindrops That leave my eyes, I see where I splash, with my legs…
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Down in the deepest love In the deepest dark Of a heart, that has wildness attached, Within, and upon the deepest ache, Of an organ that does not cease Its unguarded rhythm. I feel, though I do not Wish to, Because the sun only feels as cold as it could be In the murky underlying…
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When winter has lullabies in bells and snow-showers, Summer will lure her in, like the scenery she comprehends not is warm Enough for her vacant and cold mind. Summer will allure her, Out of a state in wonderment, Lilies dressed on her garments, Petals dressed on her eyelids, Flower stems dressed on her fingertips, And…
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Over the mantle, where fewest feathers were laid, Like a softness I did not comprehend, Was the only one ever made. A breath was all it took to send each feather away From atop the mantle, put in place. I lost where the key went To her heart. I lost where the pain leapt From…
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“The mentality that speaks of a person only capable of knowing themselves, is to reject the empathy from another. We have rejected the words from another person, that is, who says to ourselves, ‘I have walked that same road.’ With an immense focus on the past, we face the direction of pain. Empathy knows pain,…
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“How far does empathy reach, besides beneath the Hell piled atop the guilt that one runs from? Empathy has, as I believe it to have, the power to burn a hole through the floor of Hell, of a person’s Hell, to see what the evil person does not wish to see, of themselves.”
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“Even the monster feels, when no one hears the monster’s howls, when released up to the moon, expecting its silver surface to shed a tear. Even the monster feels, when no one knows why the monster dwells, in the darkness of either its mind, or of the physical shadow. For that is because the monster…
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That which she trusts, with me, All to known, only by me. For my loyalty breathes itself, over her veins, Over the stains, that cannot depart From her heart, in its place. What a history she has, For me to cherish, to feel with each fragment To her sullenness. All secrets, buried in a book,…
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Allow me to lick the tears Free from your cheeks. You have more to yourself, than the many years To the sadness in your sleep. I lay in opposite direction From you, And drink freely the falling rain, From your eyes. It is a bitterness, like a wine made from the Italian vineyard, But I…
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