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My curled-up dreams,
hidden behind shadows of your touch.
You don't have any clue,
about the nights we gave birth to the sun.
Even though we just met,
I'm sure, in a past life,
our voices tangled
beneath the same sky.
Ever had a feeling you've known someone for forever even though you just met.
Vida 2d
The devil is beautiful
That's the point
No one wants to be ugly
Beautiful does not equate inherent goodness
Lucifer was god's favorite
so beautiful
so perfect
Vain
He fell
The devil is.
So beautiful.
you can't help but follow him
Track him with your eyes
Fall into his gaze
Actions be ****** because
God is hard
God is divine, a being you can't look at for fear you'll never look back away
God is the type of divinity that strikes feat in nations
The devil is easy
Comfortable
Conventional
Convenient
Do I really want to be beautiful?
****, this website
Just ate one of my works.

One which was a repost
From January of 2024.

Relating how I was delving deeper
Into quantum theory & mythology,
Into the sciences broadly & philosophy.

How I was going to mix them
And make them intermingled.

How I would mix that of my life,
Or more aptly how I write of it,
With that of new science & old antiquity.

By mythology, philosophy, & theology.

So as to create digestable content
That inter-wove those concepts
To better translate them to any given audience.
Yes, indeed we have a new Pope.
I wonder, however, if we have a new hope.
As a matter of facts, we have two popes:
One is active and the other is passive,
Which means that one is inactive,
The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks,
Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals,
By resigning his post,
By becoming a different host.
He is still a holy man, in accordance to the latest polls,
A courageous priest, who reminds us,
That man is immortal and fallible.

Pope Benedict is enjoying his golden hiatus,
His retirement in a humanely divine castle.
I don't know much about the new one.
I can only hope that he is someone,
Who's at least similar or equal,
To the former, who was wise and simple.
May God bless his soul,
‘Cause he was able to realize
That he was becoming unable
To lead effectively, and to prioritize.
As a matter of facts, habemus duo popes,
Yes, indeed, habemus duo pontifices.

Hebert Logerie Sunday, March 17, 2013
kaylynn Apr 15
I can't wait for spring
when its officially mine
flower fields in my mind
lets lay down
bathe in the sun
seven playing in the background...

beautiful
so he calls me
take a look in the mirror
has he seen his face?
has he seen his soul?
oh the potential of us together
he's something new
just like the springtime
everything comes back to life
makes everything new again
what more can I explain
he is spring
Oh, my days have gone back,
To the time I wore a sack.
Dusty, saggy—it was disgusting;
The threads holding it weren't so trusting.

The period long gone,
The chirpings I forgot—
All return, all anew,
Yet old, yet to be taught.

The sack still fits, though I've grown
In flesh and thought, yet not alone.
Its seams recall what I forget,
A stitched regret I haven’t met.

I tread the path I swore to shun,
A shadow walks where once I’d run.
It whispers truths I left behind—
Not cruel, just quietly unkind.

Do I resist? Or let it pass—
This mirror made of fractured glass?
For every step I try to flee,
The past keeps stitching into me.
I reopen the rusty rack—
My lost days have gone back.
Aaron Beedle Apr 9
The news is a c#%&
That son of a b@#$!
They don't give a f$%!
about talking s&#@
That girl is a s!@$
and that dude's a d!@&
But I blame this boll@&$s
On tabloid pr!@&s
I hate the news. I didn't put much effort into this one, I just wanted to give it a try. I'm pretty sleep deprived today due to drinking tea too late and having to get up to *** 3 times in the night.

Why does my body retain so much tea?

Why does it burn so intensely?

I must eat biscuits to cope with the unpredictable nature of tea.
PAVANI Apr 8
Spare me the light,
spare me every ray
for your eyes
shall lead my way

Spare me the singers of the sky
for when the ears feel lonely
on your chest, I shall lie

Spare me the lies
I create them just fine
for now I ain't yours
you ain't mine

Spare me the poison
for your absence shall suffice
for your absence shall suffice
for your absence shall suffice
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