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"O, how Light
doth so verily well as Ink
upon canvases of Darkness,
as Darkness
doth so verily the same
by Light.

Thus
do I beseech of thee
to speak at any length with me
of this 'good' and 'bad.'
over which you toil yet so."
Let's call it "following a whim~"

*Just in case anyone's curious: the asterisk in the title is wholly intentional as a facetious appeal to a theoretically-requisite-though-nevertheless-inescapably-non-existant footnote of a disclaimer signifying that this is, in fact, somewhat likely to be a hypothetical scenario where someone, for some senseless reason, actually wanted to know the author's viewpoint; or, that it could indeed be otherwise fictitious.

Resemblance to any person, myself or otherwise, is favorable.

Just to clarify. ;)




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 Nov 2014 Autumn
Jay
Falling Online
 Nov 2014 Autumn
Jay
If I could watch you, indiscreetly
I'd find the truth in our facade
The loop hole in your portrayal of perfection
That you  so effortlessly masque
I remain on edge, my heart on guard
Because I know you only allow me to see one piece
Of the anomaly of thee
And for me it would only seal the deal if
I could be a wallflower, to find if you were real
Internet, dating, love, lust, caution, real
 Nov 2014 Autumn
Queen
illusions
 Nov 2014 Autumn
Queen
Your the illusionist,
That's left me drowning in a pool of illusions,
confusion,
Typical confuisions,
Instilled in my head by you,
Broken,
Its left me breaking,
There's no faking this feeling,
That's killing me,
Death is such a beauty,
Its one way to end pain,
Tear drops blending with the rain,
I have no choice,
But to face the love game,
No one can refrain from this game,
Because once you start you can't go back,
You start all over again,
To face the cycle of the game,
More illusions,
Disillusion,
And your heart breaks again and again.
 Nov 2014 Autumn
carm
birthday.
 Nov 2014 Autumn
carm
there is only 10 days left till my birthday.
don't tell me happy birthday.
i won't be happy on my birthday.
still vibrant; not grey
yet sun trembles at the winds
how indecisive
 Nov 2014 Autumn
Matthew Harlovic
If independence is intended
for the masses is the Average Joe
as abnormal as the status quo?

© Matthew Harlovic
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