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Beyond the eye can see is where my beloved waits for me, Amid my despair he guides me everywhere, Casted into this realm of mortality I dance with my sins, Seeking to cleanse my accounts and embark on the journey within, I sit in prayer, I uplift in meditation, I transcend the arbitrary.
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
Beyond
Stuck in a societal routine she hustles a monotonous 9-5, Shuffling through days that melt into weeks, Awaiting to escape arbitrary rituals - she seeks release.
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
Repetition
Hello, hello old friend! How's the weather up there on thy lofty perch? Does it neither thunder nor rain? Do you too not experience unexpected storms that toss and tumble things about just so? Does your upturn nose not itch from the stench of your own narcissism? Do you not fear the arbitrary nature of your own will, that it should grow a life of its own and tumble you down like a potted plant from a high rise window sill ? Does your *** not hurt from how stiffly you sit? Fixed in your stance, relying solely on your own crooked opinions? Hello, hello old friend! Do your ears belie the sound of the condescension in your voice And your eyes blinded by your own pretence to hide you from yourself? Oh, no wonder you cannot see further than your nose.
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Hello hello old friend!
Ok, I think it's time we had a talk I am a lover of change and difference but sometimes, I have to balk It's been less than four weeks? since change was forced upon us something, we didn't go out to seek So what's up, with what appears to be, unsubtle sweeping deviations every day I fear, newer divination Are we settled on this one? will there be others? what can we expect? and I thought we were brothers :D
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
Whoa there Eliot!
For the first time in my adult life I am free from you. But what is freedom really? I've come to find out it's something that's subjective, arbitrary. I am physically free from you but still chained to something, and I don't know what that something is. I'm free to be the person I knew I always could be without you. But why are you still chained to my thoughts? Why am I still chained to this toxic lifestyle? Maybe it's this City. Maybe it's the way you used to hold me at night. Maybe it's the way He looks at me now (He looks at others the same too). Or maybe it's just me and I still miss you. And I still sleep alone while you sleep with Her. So then, is freedom really free?
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
subjective
I know a girl that let a broken butterfly fly from her hand It gave her thanks As it flew through the rain that pattered down and rested upon her hair Oh the fair things she'd do for a creature in pain And she kindly shared a half jar of honey to the sweet honey bees Then they invited her back to their place for supper and tea She even let a restless blackbird rest upon your knee Even with that beak of his I could see a look of glee Baby all these things you do are so lovely indeed So is there any chance Even just once That you could be this nice to me?
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Please Be Nice
Why can I love two when I may only have one? Is the boy I am with Just a flame that is done Or the man I'll marry? Is the man I have met Just infatuation Or is there so much more To this situation? These thoughts make me wary. Out of sight, out of mind; I am happy with both Until I am alone Caught between bliss and oath. Why must it be scary? This is not fair to me Or to either of them; Why can't it be simple? My heart is split even. Love is arbitrary.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I'm Stuck