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Guilt will override shame, so that the betterment of behavior creates the betterment of the self. Guilt and shame, with the former being a personal feeling, and the latter being directed from an exterior viewpoint. In a man’s world, guilt is felt by himself, for his action. In a woman’s world, guilt is felt by…
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Swallow upThe tears that have made this well riseFrom the cracks in my soul. My love has fallen.She has fallenTo somewhere I cannot see,To a bleeding sea,And now lies in a sceneOf outspread limbsUpon a bloody shore. Love flows a mile and a half across,This tale of loss.Across a sea of treacheryAnd the sinew and…
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Like love held onto a melodyOf heartstrings plucked for the choir to hear,And it was your sighs among sorrows and tears.Like love that created the symphonyFor the each of us,To muse upon the two hands, held apart from the other,And over the aching stomach.It was for our fear,Among everything that came so nearTo coming true.…
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My life grows seedsBy a lake, emptied of water.Emptied of the fish that jumpTo see the moon.Though, I’ll attempt to fill up the dryness with my tears,None come free. My eyes have attempted to seeNew light in the sun,But, the world and its darkness blinds me. My heart has aimed to believeIn love everlasting.Though, in…
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Love is the most important universe for the star. For the simplest sake of finding himself least important, least to be recognized as weak, a man will, or should, send himself into a whirlwind to protect the endangered. For love’s sake, beauty is contented to show itself. A star, like the many of them, is…
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The world runs from its own quakes,To where it shall drown itselfIn the breaths that you take, in the attemptTo brush off another problem,Across fields as voids,Across lakes as the murky sides of your mind.For you are the woman who speaksWith more kindness,With more gratitude than even Nature does.A fog engulfs your eyes,And the earth…
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In your honor,Or in your horror,In the fable of a devotion, upon a wreath that decoratesYour forehead and brow.In the many words uttered on the tablet,My mouth walks in the wild, of a forest made for the lost. In moments, keeping with your positionIn history’s books, adorning the walls,Upon the bookcases,Adorning the hallsThat are set…
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Why do I write so much poetry? I have written 450 poems in the span of 8 months. Were I to make 50-poem poetry books, I could create 9 of them. I guess I should be proud of that achievement, right? Poetry is the core of all the rest of my other work. Even my…
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Where you shall beIn the coming days,I implore you not to pass from this realm,Without my whisper into your ear. Without the returned gentlenessYou have bestowed always upon me,In the darkest of days,When hope seemed lost, and doom seemed endless. Without my mouth near your ear,There will be everything for me to fear.When tears flow…
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I gave from withinThe merriment of a certain whim,Gifted from a heart, made of solidified embers.Of the sparks that dance sideways with the twisting breezes,I was the angel without a voice, who gave unto the distantMy heart, with itself in drenched pale hues. She, a woman with deepening hurts,Deepening sorrows.I could not let her see…
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Frenchman, and a hardened veteran to a life of loss, as each thing lost had always been familial to him. His mother, drowned. His father, dead by his own hand. There comes to this Frenchman, a lesson learned in love, through the eyes of a beautiful woman. Of a sudden, his heart opens up, like…
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Hell is a patient sort,Willing to wait for itself to coverWhat we will name to be human. What is it to be merciful?To have said this, is to meanThat there are deeper things, than Hell. For I believe,That even Hell can be burned from our life.Its fires are meager. Hell is still a patient sort,Willing…
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