Emotions are only the feeling of an irresistible liberty; They allow us to delve deeper into a more developed sense of nuanced morality, flawlessly sustained social knowledge, and, ultimately, what we know to be loved, My heart believes it's a burden since it's shriveled and cursed by the suffering that comes with love; on the other hand, my mind explores the realm of ideas through the pure remembrance of a favorite time, A place to which I may long to return, a place to which a desolate creature has ever presented some type of bodily happiness. Is happiness, however, the key to a happy life? A load of emotion, a memory's freedom Once these paths become intertwined and entangled, one can choose to open the pack of an underdeveloped med or be treated with something more sinister - a rare date with nothing but a bullet of lead. Either way, we cannot decide, for there is no true mutual feeling between two. Love exists to conceal hatred, hate exists to conceal jealousy, and jealousy exists to provoke those who are envious of others who possess something they lack.
Scribbled poems And Thoughts. I love, Romance, eroticism, I adore passion . Either we burn Or we never light Those matches.
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Thursday, December 2, 2021
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A broken society tells the ladies, That’s it’s okay to be a tomboy, Just not too masculine, When they look rough around the edges, they need...
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Your eyes, I see them shift, and my mind starts to drift, “Where are they wandering?” I asked, I’m wondering, Struggling to understand, ...
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Faith perplexed me for almost my teenage life, but it is something that everyone has though few uses for personal growth, too few these days...
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I saw her there my soul stood in attention for I met a muse, I saw her eyes and I fell down down the event horizon I couldn't get out o...
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Flowers bloom where she walks, Angels smile when she talks. She is a divine human being and makes me feel like I'm free. She is my o...
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I write and you will find scraps of me hidden beneath The lines like a child beneath bed sheets. If you search hard enough, you will find ...