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O deception!
Lying is the language of poets, or at least of my own pen,
for try as I might I have no claim to misery.
For every inkdrop of melodrama I fabricate,
somewhere one truly feels it.
I who have never known solitude mourn my state-
elsewhere is borne gracefully (if bitterly) a life alone,
but that life is not mine.
I who have never known wounds of the soul
lament the mere pinprick of unrequited romance-
elsewhere is buried a blade in one's back by beloved hand,
but that back is not mine.
I who have never known hunger beg for nourishment-
elsewhere is carved the outline of ribs in flesh,
moribund skin taut over only bone,
but that body is not mine.
I am a child!
A child weighing my miniscule pain against the great sufferings,
cheating the scales to call them equal.
I am a child in thought and deed, attempting by word to seem wise and aged.
Unwrinkled hands feigning leathery skin and calluses spill these words into existence.
And what an injustice that they can still write!
Give able hands to one who speaks truth
(and even now I lie,
For certainly I do not wish to be robbed of dexterity,
however just it may be.)
How lucky for me, then,
that such transfer is impossible.
I shall hoard the use of my appendages perhaps wiser,
going forth chastised with a half-sincere vow of sincerity.
Lying is the language of poets, or at least of my own pen,
for try as I might I have no claim to misery.
For every inkdrop of melodrama I fabricate,
somewhere one truly feels it.
I who have never known solitude mourn my state-
elsewhere is borne gracefully (if bitterly) a life alone,
but that life is not mine.
I who have never known wounds of the soul
lament the mere pinprick of unrequited romance-
elsewhere is buried a blade in one's back by beloved hand,
but that back is not mine.
I who have never known hunger beg for nourishment-
elsewhere is carved the outline of ribs in flesh,
moribund skin taut over only bone,
but that body is not mine.
I am a child!
A child weighing my miniscule pain against the great sufferings,
cheating the scales to call them equal.
I am a child in thought and deed, attempting by word to seem wise and aged.
Unwrinkled hands feigning leathery skin and calluses spill these words into existence.
And what an injustice that they can still write!
Give able hands to one who speaks truth
(and even now I lie,
For certainly I do not wish to be robbed of dexterity,
however just it may be.)
How lucky for me, then,
that such transfer is impossible.
I shall hoard the use of my appendages perhaps wiser,
going forth chastised with a half-sincere vow of sincerity.
Self realization
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Literature
Kiss of Darkness
Kiss of Darkness,
run through me.
Give me blood
that I may be.
Last deep breath,
Grip like stone
Kissing death and
Crushing bone.
Literature
Alone
Alone
as always
thinking back
to what was
what might have been
and now I see
what was once unseen
Awake
can't sleep
left to dwell in emotions deep
what was reality
soon becomes
a lost fantasy
Sleep, Only to be woken
Run, Only to be caught
Scream, Only to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
Love
Once experienced
Now gone
What was to be
No longer will
All is lost
In spite of me
Alone
As always
Thinking back
To what was
What might have been
But now I see
What once was unseen
Sleep to be woken
Run to be caught
Scream to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
Only to emerge in the lig
Literature
Quote
Why are you crying?
**I've lost something**
What did you lose?
**nothing becasue it never existed in the first place**
Than why are you sad?
**becasue nothing was everything I had**
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Some parts of it are kinda weak IMO, but, on the whole, I like it. As always, comments are appreciated!
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ahhhh descriptions! descriptions! love it!