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Vinnie 6d
Philosophy is becoming more of an
obsession
than a
hobby.
I yearn to understand what others
do not,
or what has
never been interpreted before me.
It makes me feel more
human.
We have been given knowledge,
it’s only
respect to the universe
that we use it.
The purest,
yet most
tainted
humans understand the
most.
Vinnie Jan 16
"Do you want to **** yourself..?"
Such a simple question.
Why I couldn’t answer it,
I myself do not know.
Only staring with a blank gaze,
breathing glass shards.

He asked again,
though I couldn’t bear to listen.
I cut him off.
I’d never heard a silence so deafening,
sure to
shatter
me any moment.
Vinnie Jan 11
In Reality the only
value to life
is the fact you only have
one
and it’s so glorified by blind
‚saints‘
and
‚saviours‘
that you’re frowned upon for
not seeing the
non existent value
of what we would call
‚living‘.
Vinnie Dec 2024
Do not burden yourself with guilt that does not belong to you.
Laden with burdens not your own, your bones will splinter,
driving into your muscles with unbearable pain following in its wake,  
your spirit will fracture.

The guilt will slowly gnaw out your beating heart like a starving predator,
you will feel a constant throbbing pain in your throat as if something is violently twisting it from the inside.
As if it is wrapped in rusted barbed wire and strings of thorns derived from only the sharpest of ancient berry bushes.

If a problem is not yours,  
let it calmly pass you by.  
If it does not touch your life,  
don’t let it linger in your mind.
As if it were a common house spider frantically scuttling across your bedroom floor,
simply let it pass instead of picking it up and being bitten.

Let yourself feel relief,
not indulging in artificial pain and strain.
Be grateful for the life you have been granted,
that it is peaceful,
keeping serenity all for your sake.
Stop throwing yourself into death’s calloused, frozen hands then turning to blame ‚unfortunate fate‘.

How foolish it is to seek out struggle,  
only to lament the scars you carved yourself.

You can weep to those around you, and seek out sympathy and support,
though in the end you caused your own suffering.
Now deal with that suffering just as you created it.

Do not form excuses just to relieve your mind from your knowing of the fact that you are the root of the pain you experience.
No one needs to forgive you.
Playing the victim role in your imaginary story is ultimately pointless.
Pointless yet not painless.

Will you dig your own grave next?
Humiliate yourself further?
Bury yourself in rough, damp soil,
breathe in and relish the Earth‘s tasteless scent and etch your forgotten name into your headstone because you will die alone?
Vinnie Dec 2024
People can be described as
rotting apples.
You’ll never see just how rotten they are until it’s too late,
when the polished surface of the apple becomes shrivelled and unsightly—
making its presence more than known, with a terrifying
lack of
shame.
Vinnie Dec 2024
You can throw stones at glass,
It will break.

Or perhaps beat your fists against the glass,
It will break.

Some say you can even shatter it with your voice,
The glass will break.

If it’s surroundings become too heated,
It will shatter.

A thin sheet breaks easier,
Though a thicker one will outlast.

Even then,
You should still be careful,
Because all glass breaks eventually no matter how soft or hard it’*****.

Such a delicate material,
Yet still to be treated like a forever unbreakable stone wall,
Or a thing only made to fit the use of whoever wants it.

No glass can be forged the exact same as any other,
Even to the last microscopic detail,
So you should value it as it is.

Not all glass is bulletproof.
Not all glass is wired to resist force.
Not all glass can take so much strain,
so for it’s sake,
treat it carefully.
Vinnie Dec 2024
I’m unsure whether to call love foolish because it hurts me,
or whether to call
myself
foolish for
always
falling for it.
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