Tag: love
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[459] The Unified Universe
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A suppressed world of ideasand their heist from our mindThe muse is at the root of our fumbling tree of lifeI am not my body Neither am I the mindI am just a dot reflectingan infinite dots in a shrineLanguid whirls of a whirlpooland the axis of our planets The relativity of time followsthe vortex…
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[458] The Spectacle of My Supernova
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Absent poemsin the negative space of my lifeClouds begin to huddle in the space left behindThey emit the sound before the rainFear and gloom surrounds the heartWithout you my past poems have turned into a statue that people admire but only from afarTears rile upour vivid times Not even springcan bloom underthis blue less sky…
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[457] About Fragility
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Feathers inflame my woundsIn an exile of interstellar doomI carry my existentialism in a broken carriage that levitates only at the mention of your nameMoments of weakness have rained on my equipoise presentAll the past is fleeting in the reflection of our future Not even divine intervention can soothe this infinite loop of pain Sedatives…
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[456] Why I Persevere
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I’m hollow as a hologramWhen my thoughts become wordsthey die a thousand deaths All my resolve crumbles when I break my empty promisesThe night comes as a seasonto change the course of my riverThe wind speaks in whispers and offers another chance at redemptionAll my epiphanies die when I sleepThey are lived in my dreamsWaking…
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[455] Resurrection of Past Love
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𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪I’ll be quiet in hellish silenceWhispers of chaos touch my skinI’ll be waiting in September remembering my fading memories of youDo you quiver in your fever dreams?Do you still remember the fear of our end?Or am I the only one living a dreamless dreamof forgetting I am awakeI file away our images in the…
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[454] Revelation of Inner Mirror
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There is magic in your lifeyou already knowOnly a need for us to understand this unknown knownDifficult steps to unlearn all the fed beliefs of ecstasywhen all it really was only a reliance on short-lived dopamineFear befalls the fallenbut there is a need to understandthere is night before the lightsleep before the dreamWe’re all in…
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[453] A Reminder For Living
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Above all choose tranquillitywhen the rut is a quicksandAbove all choose chaos when all is already lostBeneath it all, you’ll find the truthOn the side of truth, you’ll find youCarry wisdom in your angerSearch for light in your darknessThe shadow awaits you dailythe stars dance in their past gloryPart ways with your insecuritiesShed the skin…
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[452] The Road To Recovery
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Make me believe in ecstasy I am tired of not being seen in anything other than miseryShow me the magic you see every daySo I can see things I can’t perceiveI want to be able to wantand find a passion to burn,a wind to blow and a storm to fallRare words to fall back onInterventions…
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[451] The Nostalgic Illness
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Disappearing dreams on the edgesof fluttering rotting pages under nimbus cloudsNostradamus rains all his telic propheciesof lost potential when the mind is illCan you try understanding simplicityin all its puzzling complexity ordoes the mind need a substance for it cannot articulate its own diseaseMeditative care or empathyand the presence of mind I am present here…
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[450] The Grateful Undead
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Chronic illness of dancing starsSupernova tirednessfinds us detached from lifeStorms scare the little resolve of the undeadDisconcerted efforts all to keep insanity at bayDrained of whiteI discover a new vocabularythat survival teachesto the ones left alive Painting by Frank Kelly Freas
Smoke words every day. 