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Existence

The world is filled with mysterious effects.

Why is it that the grey lit sky,

Brings stillness.

Or gentle wind

Insinuates sleep.

Why, some days you cannot hold your own,

And other times you just wish to be alone.

Or how simple things bring us joy,

But we spend half our life,

Scrounging for something sublime.

We exist in strange polarities,

In half truths,

And inexplicable absurdity.

We are pseudo rational beings

In an irrational space,

Trying to change the earth,

Or simply get acquainted to its taste.

But despite everything,

The world is,

And we are,

And that is plenty beautiful.

                                       - Mild Reflections

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This is my life

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Another poem. Let me know if anyone knows an easy to turn my words to appeasing photos.

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i love you... but i can't love myself

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Spectrophobia

It is said you cannot love another until you love yourself

But I cannot find this to be true

For if I die the remnants of my mind

are not left to my philauty

but the memories of another

So just as the sun warms the earth

I will love you expecting no return

Regardless of my mind’s spinning thoughts

echoing, hesitating, spiraling

the diffidence I hold like a teddy bear

on storm stricken twilight

When the water impinges on your window

and the light crackles in the dusk

I will be there to be your comfort,

I will be there to be your shelter.

But in my solitude

When the torrent falls around me

I will enter its curtain of downfall

Hoping to wash away into it’s ever cleansing

barrage of currents swifting into the great unknown,

hoping at each stop along my downstream of ambivalence

a piece of me is left behind.

The irony in my selflessness

is that I truly want less of myself

and I give all I have to those around me

So there is nothing left for me to face

So when you do not accept my offering

I can truly understand,

I reject the same tributes

I bestow at your feet

with a vile distaste of my errors

that mask my every thought.

The scariest place in the world is my mirror

A portal into the dimensions of my mind,

The ever deepening hole into the me I try to give away.

When everyone else is greater than me

Why not treat them with all the appreciation and tenderness

they utilize on their own deepened hole

of the reflection they adore.

- Original Poem