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Lynn Stillman 6d

The dark brings nightmares.
But broad daylight is their muse,
where they get their start

Blake Albus Rushmoore 6d

Sitting in the dark to find some reticence
The silence that I sought has become my sustenance
Keeping me afloat as I drift through my mind
As I try to find my way out of this maze I designed

Getting lost in thought is its own kind of pain
You always lie to yourself that it won't happen again
But sooner or later, it catches up to you
Until you're left with nothing else to do

Wren Nocturne 6d

Overwhelmed

All I want is answers
"Learned helplessness"?
Get the **** out of here
Do you see my scars?
Don't you know it runs
So, so much deeper than that?
Do you get off on
Telling me it's all in my head?
I trusted you
You're making me sick,
Sicker with every move you make
I try so **** hard
But nothing is good enough
In your eyes I am weak
In mine I try so ******* hard But all you see are my failures
You don't hear me
You don't understand me
As I scream into the void
Alone

Manx Kronos Pragna 6d

Fine Tune The Senses, Strum Your Lyres; The Brain Itself Is A Muscle, The Mind Is An Instrument

As darkness is just perceptive errors or failures,
Light reveals more.

Investigation yields more
Than merely just believing;
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in anything.
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
You can believe in everything,
Without it meaning anything.

You can believe anything,
Even while it goes against all that is logical & virtuous.

Believing in everything without properly investigating
Is meaningless.
Believing in anything that after investigation contradicts
Logic & Virtue, facts & opinion - both the objective & subjective,
Is meaningless.

Don't read into things
Which really aren't there to begin with,
Because there is so much
Of which you all are ignorant.
So don't be arrogant;
Be a teacher,
Parent.

#philosophical #scientific #everything #logical #virtuous #anything #subjective #meaningless #contradicts #objective

Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska 6d

A Miscalculation

I keep knocking on the wrong windows.
I keep closing doors
that no one will ever need.

Perhaps it is faith
that will speak through me—
tender, woundable,
in love with madness.

Silence—
silence resembles a scream
stuck midway through eternity.
They say
melancholy still echoes
with your loneliness.

I don’t overdo my smile;
what matters is the moment
that strips us of eternity,
saves us from the end
of being human.

I cannot live when your heart
errs in its calculations.
I cannot love
until the body belongs to the soul.

Rise—
lean over my cradle;
it’s brimming with sleepless associations,
unfinished answers.