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Anhedonia, or inability to feel pleasure,
is worse than pneumonia, with intense chest pressure,
the constant smell of ammonia,
I grow bored of this lecture,
no more of these games, the voice strains
I'm through being locked in place by chains,
and being drown in life's pains, trapped in isolation,
surrounded by walls with thick insulation,
guarded by hot anger, that deals out 3rd degree burns,
through observing others the youth learns
love and hate, influenced by karma and fate.
Perseus, upright in the gallery weathered,
Fist holds her head high, writhing snakes.
Cellini poured a life forever tethered,
Cosimo Medici, would not accept mistakes.
The bronze in front of all the others,
Ironic Medusa turns them to stone.
Symbolic warning to Christian brothers,
Rebirth in fire is not Christ’s alone.
Competing for the greatest honour
Smelted bronze, cools to a clot.
The mark of a man and his sponsor,
They are resurrected in metal hot.
you're supposed to have roots
in the air or the ground
it doesn't matter where
the apricot tree
has its roots and
the fruit when it falls
high with the cloud
you pick in your small
fenced in orchard
before she can take a bite
abruptly sour
and you shoot the sky
to ward off even the
beaks of her birds
it's a wonder it grows
no one is allowed in but you
in the summertime
it's like burning your pages
in a pile of smoke
like erasing your memory and
Granddaughters come into our lives
Each at a different time and year
All bringing love and cheer
Their smiles brighten up our days
Whether it rains or shines
Filling us with loving rays
Their hugs bring love and affection
Each day and each year
Guiding us in the right direction
We cherish the love and cheers
Watching them grow and prosper
Fulfilling their goals and careers
We thank our God for these girls
For each and every one of them
Are our greatest pearls
The butterfly, it spread its wings
A red and white mix – bright pink
He was ever so proud, of his colours so loud
Some would stop, stare, and then think
That if the butterfly lost its wings
It would mean he’d lose his voice
Because if colours could talk, then to be sure
This butterfly’s wings would sing
And if he lost his wings, he could not sing
He’d be bound to be bound to the ground
No longer would he win, or even make a sound
But the butterfly kept, his colourful wings
And he continued to beautifully sing
you could be a god
grin at prometheus as he weeps for you
exhale sharp as the fates turn their backs
they were angels you'll say
you'll say she would have been too
spit doctrine of first and last things
ignore all of life
ad infinitum
and drag
empathy
your lover
down
to the darkest reaches
to a silent chorus of
gods
like
you
who hide where they finally break her
Log kehte , log kehte hai Yeh samay yuhi kat jaega yah samay yahi kat jaega tu sabr kr tu sabr kr par unhe kya bataye galeeb,
sabr ke anth me aur sabr ke safar me
Sabr ke anth me aur sabr ke safar me kayi kasti doob ke bikhar jati hai doob ke bikhar jati hai.
As the essences of Chi align the Phrana energies emerge,
Then the Aura manifests as the souls Chakras converge,
And as our will gazes introspectively at its true nature,
The spirit connects skywards towards the infinite creator.
Then as Gaia's Lay-Line forces glow from below to above,
They resonate in our higher self the feelings of true love,
And as the high-sun illuminates your spirit in its golden beams,
Your higher power is reconnected to your hopes and your dreams.
my heart split in two.one side filled with memories, the other side died with you. i often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep,and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek rembering you is easy,i do it every day buut missing you is a heartache that never goes away,i hold u tightly within my heart and there you will remain you see life has gone on without you but will never be the same
Crafted one year ago today
yours truly – hopefully self plagiarism okay
worse case scenario,
I would meet ill fate re: kenway
named after Assassin Creed
Black Flag's protagonist.
"Yo, I totally Kenwayed that guy."
by Bilbusbagginzies
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