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Confusion and nothingness,
a darkened and dead kaleidoscope,
tons of colors at hand Barely visible
I have trouble seeing any of them
Only feeling Is all that is left
Deep and strong intuition
Yet still only Confusion and Nothingness
a colored Nothingness - that is all
A block of text. Many things inside. Yet so monotone. Lively soul in a dead mind.
Simple
Cold
...Spartan

Moments pass
impressions don’t

the Impression
of that Tree Wet and Dead
I so dread

I dread dark, cold and wet
Yet the Night’s solace stays unmatched
A spartan poem befitting a sense of hopeless combat and death as one fights one's demons at Thermopylai.
In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen

Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night

Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past

Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
In sadness, one often loses oneself in oneself. Our World twists and separates us from others in tragic self-absorption. Sometimes, though, one finds in sadness pure lucidity and cold feeling. The Starry Night is a symbol of this utmost clarity.
Here I was told to rest
though with quill in hand I wrest
I fight setting paper alight
with heaven dark and hell bright

Hell is mine and His is heaven
Of that there was no question
Though neither were mine:
It was just
this war of mine…

So I lost sight
of day and night
and spent my life in fright.
I find it curious that writing this one poem complaining about religion has given me more peace than prayer ever has.
Deep Dark and Dead
Through Resignation animated
an Animated Dead
animated by having Resignated

Is He alive Is He Dead
One true One False?
One out One In?
Is He Even?

(a figment of my imagination(?))
The human mind is a most curious biome whose ecosystem is perfect for the evolutional development and nourishing of the worst nightmares one could imagine.
I gave up: Resigned
All attempt all force: one farce
- No use no effect...
So sad yet self-contained; per se
A universe of Glass
Glass-ice-Glace
An UNVERSE of Cold
Uncaring cold Solace
Solace in the Cool
Cool and icy Vanitas
And emptiness an emptiness
That soothes all Exertion
All Suffering All Joy
Soothed and Calmed
All Pleasure All Pain
A distant memory

Glass Cold Repose
Sometimes it happens that all humanity leaves a person. That person is no longer bound by the illusions humanity naturally engenders in them. That person takes a swim in the Ocean of Ice under the Starry Night Sky.
The dream of Flight
Flight Away Flight High Flying in Exhilaration
One unique Road untraveled A Line through All Under Heaven
All Over Heaven A Line of Eight Thousand A Pure and Chilly Eight Thousand
Eight Thousand in G Eight Thousand Escapes in One
And a gentle metaphorical return back To Zero
A Zero that has regained its Lustre
There is a myriad of small feelings that nibble on us and change our course, yet sometimes there comes a grand and sweeping feeling. It is a feeling which makes us look at the world differently, recontextualizes our Own World. It is a feeling by which one does not solve problems: one outgrows them.

For a bit, that is.
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