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Incineration
Decapitation
Mutilation
The Veneration
And Sublimation
Of a Freethinking nation
The Devastation
Of Liberty
Comes with the
Consuming identity
Of Religious
Indoctrination
(of broken hearts)

I keep saying that I was alright.
But then everytime I met someone who liked me I
would feel ruined.

Like the tunnels of my throat
has your signal lost
and the anatomy of my heart a hot ****** mess.
Its mixing up the hush from my lungs into my veins
reminding
me of how I couldn't talk you down.
I should just quit writing.
 Dec 2014 Tychicus Paulk
Pdub
We're blissfully blind
to everything
but our heartbeats.
For you.
 Dec 2014 Tychicus Paulk
Sombro
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth
A better understanding of what there is to feel
In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings
That so shields us from what there is
Gives us the idea that all is soft
We must take the pain of peeling away our person
Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes
I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth
Helps us to appreciate a smile
Or other such defiance to the darkness
But I can’t be sure
How could we be justified?
How could happiness be our goal
If we go through something so terrible,
So disempowering
A **** of the senses
A death of the self
To reach it?
Were we always to be happy?
Is the answer an extreme?
Why must we peak?
Why may we not plateau,
Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth
And the real world?
I would be happy to ride a level river
Never knowing waterfalls
Or water flowing uphill
That is supposedly happiness
The truth can hang
The world can stay away
I don’t want to know you
Not through that anyway.
The title's supposed to be a play on words - happiness and sadness mixed, I'm not calling the poem sappy :)
Blossoming a dead bud, buried in the ground.
Spreading slowly, without a sound.
Spreading Happiness with slight sorrow,
Can't buy that smile, only borrow.
Breathing heaven in with ever breath.
Life has more appeal than death.
Blowing hell into a world of bliss...
Love Simply Is.

A touch, embrace, a kind word.
Tie it to my messenger- Fly now, Bird.
Blowing kisses in the sky,
Hoping you'll know it's never goodbye.
Tucking you in heaven, darling goodnight.
Crying isn't worth the fight.
Breathe in heaven today at every breath.
Life's never over, it's never death.
Hell's blown, only a world of bliss.
Love Simply Is.
Okay, so first of all, love isn't just in a relationship. Love is in a family, in friendship, love is everywhere. Love is what flows through your veins and fills your heart. And its love that makes you immortal in memories, hence what is Death but an illusion? You're never truly dead, are you?
When angry storm flashes
as heavy rain crashes,
spoiling the peace around me
You pull me back to heaven

When my steps hesitate
as my strength deteriorates
You cast your spell upon me
You pull me back to heaven

When guilty thoughts are many
When I stain our harmony
Your forgiving arms surround me
to pull me back to heaven

Countless hidden holes in the clouds
Aggressive winds, furious sounds
All attempt to exile me
away from my heaven
But your wings are tough
And I'm light enough
For you to carry me
and pull me back to heaven

It's not the nature
nor its ever-flowing energy
that I can't resist
It's not the angels
nor their trumpet melody
that would be missed
It's just you. I just need you.
Around me and beside me
Because in you, lies my heaven
                                                                                          


                                                                                   ~Epic Monkey
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