Pathos
The process of grief turns the heart on its head, in its trial to understand the path of the dead.
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Poems, short and long.
Ergo, I doubt
There is more to understanding the composure of one's own, than staring into a mirror on a Sunday morn.
Wet Earth : Dry Tears
What bounty does salt bring, to parched lands that lay withered, and cannot be saved.
Foreign 808s (Heartaches)
The murmurations of my heart drum steady to the aches, aches that are foreign to both, me, and my fate.
The Innocence of Youth
We are all born naked, and the rest is drag. Question, don't conform. -Your youthful self.
Preponderance of Thought
Amidst all their thoughts stood one more.
Saboteur
He who smiles the brightest, casts the darkest shadows right behind.
Medicating Sadness
Pills cure ills, that is why we get confused– of their purpose.
La Lune
Our physical form orbits around the ethereal truth of our soul.
The Song Of The Trees
Nature is a gramophone that envelops in melody, whoever lends an attentive ear.
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