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THE DOORS OF PERCEPTION - ALDOUS HUXLEY

THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS - ALBERT CAMUS

THE IDIOT -  FJODOR DOSTOJEVSKI 

A TALE OF TWO CITIES - CHARLES DICKINS

THE HOLY TERRORS - JEAN COCTEAU

QUIET - SUSAN CAIN

ORIGINALS - ADAM GRANT

FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS - H. S THOMPSON 

THINKING IN BETS - ANNIE DUKE

THINKING, FAST AND SLOW - DANIEL KAHNEMAN

COMMUNIST MANIFESTO - KARL MARX

THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA - ERNEST HEMINGWAY

1987 - GEORGE OWELL

ANIMAL FARM - GEORGE OWELL

THE HANDMAID’S TALE - MARGARET ATWOOD

The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined - Steven Pinker

The Stranger - Albert Camus

A short history of decay - E. M. Cioran

Man’s Search for Meaning By Viktor Frankl

Meditations By Marcus Aurelius

12 Rules For Life: An Antidote To Chaos By Jordan Peterson

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song for a lie

red faced pastor loves his sister

killers dont need a gun

just a book and a song nicely sung

dirty clothes and dirty eyes

have no place in a lovers life

clean up yourself 

and wash your truth away

wear clothes that fit the right lies

your life is full of unfilled highs

all the good things are never here to stay

derive yourself of happiness

and you can see god one day

the red faced pastor

looks dead in my eye

tells me that hell 

isnt nice to those who lie

and if i keep my mouth shut

ill be good to die

wash my hands

scrub till i scratch till my bone

pain is a sin

killing is within

murder of color

and self is a blessing

were there smiles in a christian family

billy is a woman’s man

and millie fit for a dowry

quarters thrown in the fountain

blessed be your stupid hearts

we go to church every monday

because breaking rules

keeps us apart

from the

people

those people

who smile and wave

go on walks with their kids twice a day

buy red apples in supermarkets

kiss their husband goodbye

watch as planes fall down from the sky

and it all comes

breaking apart

the apples rot and the kids get taken far

visiting flower fields 

why are there stones

with years and years of draining homes

stripping paint fallen bodies

heartless memories

is there an ending for those who believe

heaven is a destination

but does it receive

a broken heart that's merely beating

and hands that always bleed.

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comfort (in instability)

but there is forever a longing in grace

a void of time no smile can pronounce

a painless bite of a skin too soft to be old

yet our minds age and wither 

as the years wash away

our longing

our need to embrace

the comfort

of beauty

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shadow

did you wish to be pulled, standing at the ledge?

did you imagine the rain embracing you, fill you with the sought?

did you expect the night, to shield you from your shadows?

is there blood running through your veins, or are you cold?

if you press your hand to your chest, can you feel your heart?

or has the darkness eaten your life, taken your breath?

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stranger

not right in these brittle bones

twitching in place

nervous to go

fiddling with my life

black out from reality

wake up looking at a stranger

falling on existence

my minds knocking on your door

but my shirt is still too big

if I gave up on being pretty

i wouldn't know how to be alive

letter to me? 

the post hasnt arrived

no one has knocked on my door

put i broke my hand knocking on yours

maybe someone turned the lock

but i shouted at them to leave

my

my sanctuary

my

my heart

my heart is heavy

a ring on my finger

i am married

to my pain

to my escape

to the nights i woke in front a stranger

with my arms cradling my

withered heart

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intertwine

hold me

hold my words

speak them to me

tell me how im real

show me your eyes

give me mine 

do you know what it is to be alive?

intertwine

be my heart and ill be mine

but when you shoot me

you wont die

because i speak no truth

so your words too are a lie

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mom

knit me a sweater

sew my wounds 

kiss my bruises

hold me as i

bleed 

out

red hands aren't yours

tears don't shed when you sleep

fault lies under the soil

in arms i gave away

strength fading from my lungs

i am gone but my soul cannot die

for i loved yours

and i built it a house

gave it a name

and a beating heart

sacrifice for you

blind to you

eyes that embrace

are oblivious

eyes that cry

are yours

for you are under the soil

a withered heart and wasted memory

against a wall

you are held

you are great

greater than me

and i adore the eyes you give

even when the mouth

makes me feel

like

i bleed

out

i know behind your shiver

and behind your pain

lies a woman in a grave

smiling for pain

smiling to live.

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dad

gain nothing

gain a meal

gain the mind

beyond your grasp

astonished at the world that stands

and you beg to share

but no one listens

your eyes too

have pain and a fight to bear

but thoughts

you understand

are out in words

you don't wish to speak out loud

for silence is peace

and silence is death

you sit a question

is there a difference?

short steps to oblivion

short steps to dreams you chase

long steps backwards

and nothing seems to stay

so you walk in circles

walk in silence

walk in fear

but comfort from likeness

of everyday

repeating patterns

and i learnt from you what it is to matter

for our thoughts to speak

though you don’t express

a busy mind is beautiful 

and you know it so you don’t need to confess

the love

i wish id hear

interest is near

tell me your wisdom

but is your heart in fear?

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mom and dad

complexity

heartless

being

existence out of line with mine

but i beg to appeal

but i cry to ease

the loss

for no one has died

but no one has lived

and a curse not upon us

just minds

that seize to exist

finding maps 

not following paths

sharing eyes

welled with empty tears

but the words we speak

our hearts dont feel

i love you

and my heart understands

but the anger in my face

and the hands that shake

are scared

of me

but you try 

to be brave

and i push

away

burning bridges

i began to built

so our trip ends today,

again,

yet nothing changed, 

i still love you like i did yesterday

but we learned nothing,

but i hope you stay

because you are a pillar 

i lean to stay awake.