Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
“It is grief that stains the living soul. It is not peace with the bereaved, since it is peace with the dead. Those who grieve are in pain, because they wish to be with the dead. To recover from this, reverse the wish to be with them, to the understanding that the dead live on […]
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For fewest glimpsesFor tears that strayAside, for the life of mineThat bleeds a dewdrop too heavyFrom hanging eyelids. For a little warmthFrom a glass that shot meOn the crossroads, of painstakingLife in the fragile glimpseThrough reflection uponLost warmth,Drowned in circles – Upon eyesThat wept for the sunrise,Fell for the settingTo another deceased day. Another drunken […]
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Still-life. A stilled life. He weeps to form a garden made from her debris. He weeps, and he cannot even leave. He weeps the funeral back into togetherness, to the final time in being the blank witness to a sunshine that distanced itself so well. It was the final time to view the light, even […]
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Show your symptomsFor your faint disregardTo what is stagedAs the props upon the lake,Washed in velvet tears,A material to soakAll of nothing. Sadness reusesBleak waters that crawlTo your knees, given bentTo another source of devotion,With the submissionThat leaves you to drainYour discolored eyes. The sun never warmed you,With it at your back,With heaviness for all […]
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Tame the positionOf one beast who bottledHis sunshine in the hourglass,While time kept us frozenTo observe the past. You were to the worldAll it aimed to ignore,All death desiredTo give birth to,Upon the murky shore. You liveTo keep singingYour pain, for the wildernessWhere isolation grows heaviestUpon leaves made of your disease. Why choose to forget?Why […]
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Open heartTo the petty gustsBrought forthFrom the heartbroken surge,To the relief that dividesThe heart from grief. There is water in your veins,Bleeding out for the painWe both were singing for,Beneath the immaculate bedsheets.With faces heavy in the weariness,While eyes shower graceUpon hands made of metal. I choose to hold youOut of all other options,For one […]
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Among the waves,Tears collect, to recedeFrom the glass,From the mirror’s boundaryFrosted by breath,Frozen throughIn the silence of death. Among allCountless beats of a heart,Veins will shatterAlong withEach moment to matter. While eyes hideBehind the tear-stained hands,While one wilted formCannot standUpon a barren shore. Unable to see,Unable to breatheA second more,While the afterlifeCloses upon me. Naked […]
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Open heart,Wanted, yet buried,Desired, though firedFrom the elimination of total death.Remembrance has you sailingAcross the skyline,Weeping a puddle in your hands,Saving a crystallized moment. As sparks send you movingOn a pathwaysTowards the inchesWhere sunrise holds the fableOf ourselves, crossing to newerAnd timeless elevations. Weeping through treetops,As branches scatterSeeds from a forgotten forever,As new life is […]
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Footsteps hollowed into the earth,Broken, feeble, acute sorrows,Aching stomach,Among the symptoms of remorse.I sob to the tune of a heart,Singing tremorsNever forming the ripplesIn the lakeBeneath these feet. Footsteps that keep formingWinter’s burialIn the mud,Within the povertyOf the stinging mind,Staging the act where smilesAre kept,Weeping in forestsWhere birds come, to recollect. Bleeding crimsonIn the memories, […]
Read More“Who wants to be the one who takes the blame for another? Who wants to be the one who bleeds for another? Who wants to be the one who dies for another? There is no one, besides the he or the she who is too smart and too stupid to know and not know what […]
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Blanket me. Warm me. Though, leave me. Keep me as you can see me. Though, leave me, as I am open. Hold me in the heart of your yearnings. There is wine sprinkled around, enough to be shed like blood. Do I look wounded, enough? Upon the surface, warmth is more the spots. The clouds […]
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Slowness to sobriety. Fill me up with the porcelain from your eyes, with the sentences that perspire upon the lids. Keep me afloat in your drunken state, in the arms that swim, while nails begin to dig. You let fall your fingers to pierce the wood of a coffin, while I am settled in the […]
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