Beauty
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Breaking between syllables, this painter is lost in his wreckage. A void for discovery’s sake, to see a face that looks back to his pain, to the absence. As this memory unites with himself, a hollowness begins to become so apparent in its torture. Just a single pang of loneliness, doubt, and uncertainty to keep…
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“If love hurts, then love will survive. One should know the difference between the pain of loss, and the pain of sacrifice, in love. For if one has given their heart, then one has sacrificed themselves. That is the pain, to be named as the happiness for what one should know was a worthy departure…
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“One should name themselves as weak, and forever such, when they dislike the idea of attaching themselves to a non-material thing, being a person. For if they were to lose that person, it could not be seen as expendable. It would be seen as forever lost. True strength is only ever bred when one can…
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“How can a person ever be wronged to glorify the power of love? We are nothing without it. Evolution is impossible, without it. For no insect could one day become an elephant, without love. Why do we say that to love, is not realistic? Why do we say of someone in love, they are never…
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“No guilt should be felt, upon realizing one is weak, while in love. Love is that, a strength and a weakness. Knees tremble, hands quivers, because we care for what we may lose. Love is that, an emotion that encapsulates all other emotions. We realize that our finding, being that love, cannot go, without us…
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“Were a scientist to attempt to numb human pain, they’d only succeed in burying their humanity alive, not ever dead. Were that same scientist to attempt to replace all their human flesh with metal, they’d still require a human component to maintain functionality. Otherwise, they’d lose themselves. It is the same with understanding that a…
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I began this blog with the idea of writing poetry. Then, it expanded into both prose and philosophy. I write through this blog to share a density of emotions and analogies, carried through the words. As I see the world today, I am left with the conclusion that people are not close, especially when the…
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What will you feelWhen you no longer concealThe two moons buried in your eyes,While you always have cried?I am two petals in,Drawn to the stimuliOf my love.I am a teardrop goneTo the end of the ropeWhere my emotions hang. I do not value song,When I can hear yours.The caress,The punishmentOf my death on the cross.I…
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“If heart is what it takes to be a leader, then can this be taught? What person can be taught, through schooling, to have a heart, to care for what they are about to govern? If such is impossible, then leadership cannot be centered around experience and knowledge. There is blatant idiocy in stating that…
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“The reason for possibility to be viewed as impossibility, is the same reason as one is indeed they who turned their back on who they love. One cannot say that to strive for who they love is impossible, when possibility is still within reach. To discover the possibility for a better outcome, is to have…
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Wet your lips,Dear one,I am about to drown in your blueStardom.Divine one,I am here to caress your wings,I am here to open youTo humming breaths. Sweeten your dreams,In your sleep.You live in the hollowness of a playing world,Stealing stones for the fallen boughs,To break the words.You liftBricks to make your fortress,While I aim to kissIn…
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“There are many who utter the line, ‘This receives too much hate’, when the sentence should read as, ‘This receives too much criticism’. For true hatred cannot be ‘too much’, as it just is, by itself, a destroyer. Hatred is a purpose in one’s life. Hatred is never ‘too much’, anymore than love is too…
