Pride
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“There is no interpretation of pride, left to be subjective on what the cause was for being proud. As in, even to be subjective on a subject means to dissect meaning. What does one question of the right thing to do? No one does. Who questions the son who saves his mother from the burning
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“If what is termed to be a social construct is never defined by who we are, then what are we? Is it not true that society is merely a reflection of who we are, not that who we are is a reflection of society?” – Anonymous In all that we are, we can only create
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In olden times, we had an entire laundry list of issues to tackle. In today’s time, we invent problems as easily as we invent machines to fix those invented problems. However, when a real problem comes to town, something that science has found too new to handle, all the triviality seems even less important than
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What resides in the eye?It is first the whiteness, or the emptiness,It is next the universe, or the cycle,It is finally the blackness, in the center. For everything more than the knowledge we seek,Everything more than the creations we build,Is no more than a nothingness, when we recedeBack to the canvas. What of the darkness,
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Familiarity is where we place our trust… usually. Though, should we choose to not trust the familiar person, then we will trust more-so the animal to bring us peace. The unfamiliar, being the animal with fur adorning its face, is something we cannot see for an actual expression. We can see, from humans, their faces
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“Can empathy be brutal? Yes. It can be brutal. It can be brutal upon the lover and the loved. Love is an emotion that stirs night into day, until the star we carried in our minds, is lingering above our drunken faces. We will deny love as long as possible, until it begins to hunt
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There is nothing so gentle,As the woman claiming to beThe certainty for herself.I offer condolence,And she falls on her handsAnd knees, to kiss the toes,Of a man who has allowed her to escapeFrom a pain, from a fate that was callingHer, to come away.From her eyes, rained many tears. Only a ruined soul, to this
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I walk beneath, the shower, of your eyes,And cast above, strong gazes, towards the skies.I make Heaven, bleak,And myself, turn weak.“I found love, as a treasure,”Said the man, as the welder,A man, of no purpose,No fate, of any design.But with, all turmoil,I’ve rearranged, what is mine. “There is no shame, in this curse,”Spoke the fool,
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Face our turmoil,And rend the world apart!See where we have felt the stinging pain,The toil to what has been called love. Never love and only the survival bought from danger,I am a man of guilt who is asked to be strong.I am a man of pain who is asked to be painless.I am a man
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Oh, when you’ve begun to weep in the sickness Of your unending pain. What embrace can I offer, Different from the last? What kiss may I give, More compassionate than the former?
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Animals are where Egyptians stared, into the ground, for that is what we notice of all their works. A slight downward stare into the sands that were so infertile. Nothing could be born from sand. Creation is never met with satisfaction, until the Christian God shows the gift of love to represent to Mankind its
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The colored rainbow possesses each of the following colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The missing colors are black, white, and pink. Between life, is birth and death. They each represent the color of black. Black is the color of fertility. A woman’s body is land. Land is fertile when dark. Land
Modern Romanticism 