Alternate a line of four
with a line of three
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and you can pedant a form of
musicality
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@malusvoluptas
Alternate a line of four
with a line of three
-
and you can pedant a form of
musicality
"We all deserve love
even on the days when we aren't our best
because we all suck
but love can make us suck less."
-Bo Burnham
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the old masters; seek what they sought.
-Matsuo Basho
I learned today that low self-worth
is a necessary feature of loneliness.
Imagine for a moment that I deserve
nothing for myself. What do I miss?
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Is it not this: seeing myself with others?
-------------the upper case I? the we?
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but when I feel I am good enough
Augustinian salvation rears its head
and genuine community emerges -
even when I'm alone.
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when I see that everyone is flawed
just like me and
everyone has redemptive traits
just like me.
I need to come clean
This whole time you may have thought
that I have something to say.
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I don't.
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But,
you see,
I would
very much
like to.
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you see, I love to write.
I love the flowery film on top of words.
I love the music they contain.
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So I will write anyways
and hope for something to say.
Delicate Hero
The protagonist of our story
could not be here today.
She was too shy to come.
But we do not need to meet her
to hear of her noble deeds:
crossing Timbres,
fighting Thou-Shalt,
defeating the deafining Screech,
but most importaintly of all is
folding life into discrete layers
so that we can machine our parts together.
Our protagonist should be here by now,
though, it is hard to fight back the nerves.
no one doubts she will prevail.
Against whom?
herself
for she is her own worst enemy.
No. This is not a story
on which to found a people.
No. This is no tale of war.
This is of self-overcomming and not
as you may have supposed
something to take lightly
as if detatched from you somehow
No. Our protagonist has been here all along.
Our protagonist is you.
Will you accept that role?
Villa nelle
There is a flame burning in me
That feels so dense and forever
So that when I cry, I'm empty
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What makes it worth contending
oneself versus another?
There is a flame burning in me
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It's full and here and spinning
It makes me warm and colored
So that when I cry, I'm empty
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There is no room for more to be
Although it is sometimes smothered
There is a flame burning in me
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There is only one thing I see
It is that with which I am covered
So that when I cry, I'm empty
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My tears cry out the flame's peak
And thus the two do fight whenever
There is a flame burning in me
So that when I cry, I'm empty
My mind keeps circlining me in circles
as it continues to spin repetitive tales
not at all clear and universal
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It burns but with no source infernal
as, in this verbal jail,
My mind keeps circlining me in circles
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It must be something internal
It must be water to bail
not at all clear and universal
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It must be something eternal
at lest, that's what it seems to entail
My mind keeps circlining me in circles
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I yearn for my dispersal
I see cohesion almost fail
not at all clear and universal
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I'm chained to this rehersal
my minimalist mind rails
My mind keeps circlining me in circles
not at all clear and universal
My coffee cup is black and white -
jitteringly fine -
and with a deep intensity
and just as deep desire.
Natural Beauty
I've never seen such orange on a tree
The ground is full, I cannot see a blade
The color slashes with ferocity
And scorches all around with great delay
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There seems to be a wrinkle in design
I feel a distance from this work of art
What seperates it from this heart of mine?
The space that stretches all the worlds apart
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Why should nature shine without a reason?
A bit of no in comparison pales
To this beauty: nature's change of season
How without a why could the world prevail?
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What world, what color could be so intense
If it, the world, were driven by nonsense?
Need vs Ability
If every moment does contain the next,
then this moment is in each one past,
And this moment has it's history fixed,
If every moment does contain the last.
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Still I resolve the bonds of time and need
toward a goal which I have set myself.
Through the trudge of time my mind proceeds
toward the thrill of some harmonious health.
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Or might another through my phantom see,
Though running off in front of me it goes,
Still fixed the chain of cause dissolving me?
Although they think themselves free even so?
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Does it really matter if there is some
great chain which fixes us and our freedom?
You aspire to
What inspires you.
Beaux Esprit, that's me!
The voice of a generation!
I’m so poetic with my prophetic tone!
Aren’t I obscure? Aren’t I profound? Yes, of course I am!
Incisive? What does that mean?
Follow me! All others are epiphenomena!
I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.
Paulo Coelho (via wordsnquotes)
Bye again forever srsly