Beauty
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Everywhere I travelBrings the nighttime to peakUp towards the moon, where each gleam is shown. I’d love to, but cannotEver mean to kiss youBeneath the starlit skyWith wine in hand,Upon cheeks so bland,And lips crossed upon the sand. Where will you stayWhen I have gone faraway?Little dear, you tend to play with your fears. Laced…
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“It can indeed be well-known, according to a theory dealing with shadows, that a person of darkness, consumed in their evil, only ever casts their shadow longer when they no longer see light. All shadows are cast by light. This is a fact. Yet, were darkness to be all a person knows, then they are…
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“As I lean closer to comprehending all of this, I discover more and more. It is then, upon when there is no more to learn, that I annihilate what I desire to be no more.” – Anonymous Love reveals itself on the side of the honest self, on the side of expression. Through art, one…
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“For an Atheist to say that the ‘existence’ of God is none, is the same thing to say of a human who looks upon a pauper, and ignores them. It is of the same mindset. For to ignore the existence of God, the existence of love, would be to ignore the one who is denied,…
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The face of denial will always be the face of Death. How do we prove the existence of God? By believing in the non-existence of God, and that is how. Love, in the form of the highest emotion, the most eternal emotion, extinguishes fear, extinguishes the fear of Death. Because of love, humans are heroic.…
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She has pages bonded to see one anotherBy the threads of her heartstrings.She has fuel for her happinessSomeplace or other. I love her with all of my wingsTo spread her warmth across her battlefield.Love is breaking her apart,Though she finds it more to mend. A history of one womanIs as the broken stars and the…
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A face of much graceHas sought to look beyond herselfTo my soul,Where she discovered a corruption.A devotion,A respectFor her among the rest,Was something I held upon, for dearest whiles. Life leaves no inconsistenciesUpon beating hearts.Yet, that turns towards the misfortuneOf being uncertainWhen love drops its dew into the portrait. All of fear,Had been held so…




