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Simon Jul 2020
Being a victim of caring doesn't make me proud.
Only until I've come to terms about who and what I am.
Especially towards the costs of being the caring friend that's made me into a victim!
Being a victim isn't the hardest thing (I remind ALL of you)!
It's ONLY when you come to distrust the very actions of being (once a victim yourself) is where you can come to better terms of simply having that do over.
First Impressions
A funny thing
Why does the first time you see me
Define me
Why will that forever affect your thoughts
Of me
And why are they so hard to change

It isnt fair
That you take second chances
All for yourself
And leave nothing for others

I want people to see the truth
Of me
Of others
And of themselves

First Impressions
i wish first impressions didnt always play such a big role in people's thoughts. i know its only natural, but they are so so off and wrong too often
Alan Jun 2020
Isn’t it obvious how ostentatious it is
to be so awesomely austere,
and then to assume its necessity
with such audacious authority?

Austerity is the righteous heirloom,
a father’s rebuke of his son
into the guise of maturity,
water on the dying embers of curiosity.

A pretense that shatters the dance
into glassy imitation grounded in fear.
Suppressing expression,
the spurning is non-dual.

Valor lies in the contemplation—
the chipping-away of that austere veneer,
in the play and the pliability
in the beauty and the riches below.
I observed outside the windowpane in contemplation while marveling at the nature between the radiant sunray, and the blooming myrtle.  My coffee was brewing in the French press I have owned for as long as I could remember. The view of the garden gave me the impression of a pastel dream, a melancholy longing for some forgotten reminiscence.
Yellow and mauve, weavers and their cottages, harvests and wheat
fields, The Potato Eaters, The Cafe de la Care, Vase with Twelve
Sunflowers, the Yellow House, The Night Cafe, Fishing Boats on
the Beach at Saintes-Maries, The Poet Against a Starry Sky, Gauguin's
Chair, Memory of the Garden of Etten, delusions and hallucinations,
"acute mania with generalised delirium," Theo boarded a night train to
Arles and arrived on Christmas Day, "le fou roux," an ear cut off, an
asylum in Saint-Remy-de-Provence, cypresses and olive trees, Two
Peasant Women Digging in a Snow-covered Field at Sunset, The Sower, Sorrowing Old Man, Dr. Paul Gachet, Wheatfields with Crows,
"melancholy and extreme loneliness," 2,100 art works, 860 oil paintings,
on 27 July 1890, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest with a revolver, according to Theo, Van Gogh's last words were "this sadness will last forever."
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate for his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
colette alexia Jan 2020
You know you’ll never have to win me over
Or convince me that loving you is worth it
What a relief it is to know that
Our first impressions didn’t even matter
And who your lips touched doesn’t bring my heart down
Because none of them have held your heart yet
I’m not sure what you’re looking for in all those blonde heads
But I guarantee that you’re not going to find it
And I’ll wait for you to make your mind up
To have the brilliant inspiration to fight for us
I promise to be here when the time comes
Please don’t take too long
Kaitlin Jan 2020
The shadows on my walls
Echo me.
Do they watch me?
Sharp figures dance in lamp light
The long shadows on the pavement
run from me.
Will they wait for me?

So many ways to cast
a shadow
in dewy dawn-light.
in ecstasy.
Are you only what you leave behind?
Tess M Nov 2019
it really does
matter if you try
it only
matter s
what people
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