#deviantrhetoric

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Your Words

With a heavy heart, I remember your half-way held back words, which were spoken with less remorse and regret than I needed to hear for the full understanding of your harsh intent. The lack of sympathy in your beautiful, yet broken voice was too heavily weighted, and too bitterly poignant for my already heavily overburdened shoulders to carry. The breathtaking, melodic strings of your biting vocal instrument of which you’ve used to condescend in simple words for my seeming lack of understanding–the words you express in such a nonchalant manner fell at once hard upon my tired mind, causing my irrational, personal, and internal madness to overflow beyond the fragile dam that is my emotional threshold. Yet, I will gladly deal with such madness–a damning burden–in silence, just to see your face; I’ll carry the burden just to experience your unbelievably brilliant presence if only for the briefest moment in time.

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Deviant@Words #1 (untitled) v1.1

I might know you. You might be a formidable wrench in a set of timid gears. You might be a foreman in a maniacal menagerie of beautiful and broken incarceration--the machine you're calling your 'self'. But I'll tell you now that the objective of love itself is to find total selflessness. Ultimately, your self-encouragement and love for yourself and others is the key to euphoria. The burden of hatred and fear will always weigh as much as you let it. Darling, breathe deeply and have patience. You may be the discouraged debonair teetering on the big, beautiful, blissful, edge of both boredom and oblivion, but I see you as such a force indeed. I wonder if you see yourself like I see you. Do you see yourself wielding a specific brand of insanity, yet an inane obligation of a do-gooder’s attitude trying so very hard to never thrive on the same sense of collective sadness for a society in which we wear the same brittle facade? Or, are you full of love and understanding for yourself and others? It's your choice. The very idea of a sad society masked by sexually, sugar-coated misinformation is sickening to the point of nearly unbearable sadness for some like myself. Rest easy. The first-world society we live in may be stuck in a debilitating fad, fueled by fear and self-sabotage, but you are much stronger than these things, I'd wager. You may only carry on your back as much as you think you can. And, though you are not Atlas himself, you carry your own world with you. But know this: you decide whether you carry oblivion on your back, or walk with paradise by your side.

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Friendly Open Containers

As the wind picks up, empty cans tend to blow away Only half-full bottles of cigarettes and stale beer stay by my side these days