Acorns for ExistentialismI. Thought, Panic, and PrayerAcorns for Existentialism
Everything abstract can
be killed and can kill. Future, He is a murderer and Medusa, he is dread is love is constant. Self, he devours and holds and releases, he has no/all mutability is all we have. God sees ambidirectionally the absurd clock he designed the titles of things which disguise themselves &n
Mindful InfluenceMinds are powerful; I worry mine will Make a dream of me.Mindful Influence
Untitled IVSecrets are within me, A shield from this endless, broken place of pain. Whispered souls consume me, In dark the stars fall down, like bullet holes in rain.Untitled IV
An unheard voice is screaming, So soft that silence, is the only sound. Nothing worth redeeming, As the claret life falls on the ground.
Into Amadeus Lake, Over a nocturnal city, whose lights are burning, Exploding, like a million tiny stars above us. Balls of fire that rain down upon us, As you hold me in your embrace And share tears with the fallen lights, Dimming into only shadows, M
Oh...it's a shame...He took the stairs to the second floor, A rope in hand, he locked the door. He hates his life - what's he living for? His neck snaps, he feels no more.Oh...it's a shame...
"Oooh, it's a shame he felt that way."
They found the body, a note on his chest, The starting three words - 'My Final Rest.' So everyone mutters, "Now who would've guessed?" His wife and his family now have nothing left.
"And him with two kids and a wife."
Did you never see the pain in his eyes? Or notice his smile was filled with lies? Didn't you hear his hollow goodbyes? But now you care
Holy Laziness, Batman!
Lazy
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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I'm no expert, so take the above with a grain of salt.
~writeaway*PoetryPlease*The-Literati~The-Last-Stanza
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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I'm no expert, so take the above with a grain of salt.
~writeaway*PoetryPlease*The-Literati~The-Last-Stanza
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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