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"absolutism" poems
abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
"ism"
abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism
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Upward I swirl into the swirl of death shrills Discontented about absolutism; the lies of war Discontented about the perversions against nature; man's egomaniacal tendencies Upward I spiral into the swirl of darkness Gravity has no power to keep me bound within myself I let loose once again I float towards another endless spiral of dark clouds, these clouds spin expeditiously within its air-vortex I see carnage, I smell blood, I witness the land of all misanthropes Into the blackness as I spin, my vision catches a chorale begging to be autonomous in the state of sovereignty The impetus in my desperate and saddened heart I curse the gods My tightened fist fails at at the darker darkness, at this ominous swirling I see no light ahead likened to the event horizon on the outer rim of a black hole My breath is being ****** out as the greed-succubus ***** out life I see you in me, as we both are caught in this uninvited storm Will we ever survive? Will we ever survive? So we must fight on!
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
rw-dennen
Into the stormy Vortex
Upward I swirl into the swirl of death shrills Discontented about absolutism; the lies of war Discontented about the perversions against nature; man's egomaniacal tendencies Upward I spiral into the swirl of darkness Gravity has no power to keep me bound within myself I let loose once again I float towards another endless spiral of dark clouds, these clouds spin expeditiously within its air-vortex I see carnage, I smell blood, I witness the land of all misanthropes Into the blackness as I spin, my vision catches a chorale begging to be autonomous in the state of sovereignty The impetus in my desperate and saddened heart I curse the gods My tightened fist fails at at the darker darkness, at this ominous swirling I see no light ahead likened to the event horizon on the outer rim of a black hole My breath is being ****** out as the greed-succubus ***** out life I see you in me, as we both are caught in this uninvited storm Will we ever survive? Will we ever survive? So we must fight on!
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there's ethical idealism: where ethics is discussed... there's ethical relativism: where ethics is practised... there's ethical realism... where ethics is quantified as an improbability; and then there's ethical absolutism, where we supposedly "progress" - in this scenario are the laws of physics actually suspended: whereby oculus qua oculus is replaced - a loss of an eye is "relative" to 10 years in a cage... really?! ethics is ideal, realistic, absolute or relative... we're encouraged to live in "realistic relativism"... never in an absolute realism, since realistic relativism only compares itself to ideal absolutism... and nothing more... ever watched that film secrets in their eyes? you ever wonder what ethical idealism is to the ethnical consequence that can absorb a realistic libra? i can only believe in ethical absolutism, ethical relativism is horrid to me... relativism adorns idealism, absolutism adorns realism... a life sentence is worse than a death sentence, whether justified or not, prison is sadism, but at least ****** is simply ****** a space-time intact, a ****** penalty is not inhumane, nor a ouija board... it's time for time, space for space, the actual punishment comes with the missing adrenaline rush of the unexpected reception of the wielded weapon... either send these jealous plonkers to siberia, or sentence them to death, for you are no more than they are, nay, you are more... you're akin to cats toying, playing a sadistic games with half-mutilated mice... this is why i abhor ethical relativism of the crucifix... hence my belief in ethical absolutism in the paragraph of realism, which is perfected, by being exacted, and never, ever, being leisurely discussed, on a farcical palette with a grimace to boot: ******* a lemon; compensating the horrors within minutes, is never compensated with ordeals that last years... which is why i find the death penalty an act of authentic humanity, and not this quasi-humanitarian act of pardon, ******* hypocrites - i abhor the caged rat more than the rat gladly nibbling on a dead corpse... at least there was passion in the ****** waiting for death penalty is like killing a vermin with poison, disposing them with nonchalantly... the wise maxim states: ledo ferrum sicut id est calidi - strike the iron while it's hot... death is the dawn-broker - a new tomorrow promise - left intact, the fermenting process of ethical dynamism takes over... then again, the supposedly "evolved" preferred moral relativism to moral absolutism, because there was no moral realism to speak of, since morality could only be talked about in ideal terms of the supposedly so, supposedly fashioned via: it ought to never happen to me... and then it might, and then: oops... argument sinks like a wet fatty **** into shambles of keeping up with the presupposed pillar of argument being "impenetrable"; hey, genius, back to the blackboard!
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
4 tiers of ethics / oculus qua oculus
there's ethical idealism: where ethics is discussed... there's ethical relativism: where ethics is practised... there's ethical realism... where ethics is quantified as an improbability; and then there's ethical absolutism, where we supposedly "progress" - in this scenario are the laws of physics actually suspended: whereby oculus qua oculus is replaced - a loss of an eye is "relative" to 10 years in a cage... really?! ethics is ideal, realistic, absolute or relative... we're encouraged to live in "realistic relativism"... never in an absolute realism, since realistic relativism only compares itself to ideal absolutism... and nothing more... ever watched that film secrets in their eyes? you ever wonder what ethical idealism is to the ethnical consequence that can absorb a realistic libra? i can only believe in ethical absolutism, ethical relativism is horrid to me... relativism adorns idealism, absolutism adorns realism... a life sentence is worse than a death sentence, whether justified or not, prison is sadism, but at least ****** is simply ****** a space-time intact, a ****** penalty is not inhumane, nor a ouija board... it's time for time, space for space, the actual punishment comes with the missing adrenaline rush of the unexpected reception of the wielded weapon... either send these jealous plonkers to siberia, or sentence them to death, for you are no more than they are, nay, you are more... you're akin to cats toying, playing a sadistic games with half-mutilated mice... this is why i abhor ethical relativism of the crucifix... hence my belief in ethical absolutism in the paragraph of realism, which is perfected, by being exacted, and never, ever, being leisurely discussed, on a farcical palette with a grimace to boot: ******* a lemon; compensating the horrors within minutes, is never compensated with ordeals that last years... which is why i find the death penalty an act of authentic humanity, and not this quasi-humanitarian act of pardon, ******* hypocrites - i abhor the caged rat more than the rat gladly nibbling on a dead corpse... at least there was passion in the ****** waiting for death penalty is like killing a vermin with poison, disposing them with nonchalantly... the wise maxim states: ledo ferrum sicut id est calidi - strike the iron while it's hot... death is the dawn-broker - a new tomorrow promise - left intact, the fermenting process of ethical dynamism takes over... then again, the supposedly "evolved" preferred moral relativism to moral absolutism, because there was no moral realism to speak of, since morality could only be talked about in ideal terms of the supposedly so, supposedly fashioned via: it ought to never happen to me... and then it might, and then: oops... argument sinks like a wet fatty **** into shambles of keeping up with the presupposed pillar of argument being "impenetrable"; hey, genius, back to the blackboard!
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I am in cold. I watch that garish ward brimming with false light. Bleached air from his lips touching hers. He hides in her mane, sterile and alone. Why is it so hard, such an insurmountable task for you to see how I lather my face with paint each day just to smile at you? My face, my heart, my mind not a blank canvas that I hide with these diluted pastels but a deep, rich chorus of colors and oils that were never meant to be hidden. But the ward will never know. There are thoughts and opinions rolling like a torrent behind this mask I call a face. This world was against me from day one, don’t you dare say I’ve given way to cynicism. Nor optimism, pessimism, or God-forsaken realism. Can't I think the earth is beautiful, God is good, I am right, and people are wrong without someone putting an -ism behind me? Of course not. That's narcissism. Egoism. Egalitarianism. It is what I unknowingly wrote across my mask. But I never chose to attend this outdated ball, masquerades are cliched. Pure romanticism...surrealism, the kin of commercialism whose visage is a polychromatic wheel of logotypes that you just have to know en masse. What if I stop believing that compassion Himself can hate me? No, no that's atheism. Agnosticism. And if I'm better than someone because He said so then that is monotheism in all it's delicate flavors. Can't I breathe alone in a quiet corner? Isolationism. Can't I want to simply be a follower, and think about life, literature, and art? Incomprehensible, that would be totalitarianism, absolutism, authoritarianism. What if I want to give God all the power He gave us, and watch the world change? Fascism. Revolutionism. Extremism, because releasing the wheel is extremism. Existentialism. And what if I choose to remove the mask, break the levees, release the floodgates, my thoughts and opinions, never watch my tongue, and speak the world as it is: A capital M-madman's schism of logic and faith. As it has always been, and always will be. I will always be in love with the counterfeit ward. And yes, there's a label for that: Catastrophism. So I watch Beauty and his Beast touching in fluorescence. Bleached breath, save for the smoke of his lungs in hers. Sterile and alone; I am in cold, and cold hurts me.
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
brad-lambert
Isms
I am in cold. I watch that garish ward brimming with false light. Bleached air from his lips touching hers. He hides in her mane, sterile and alone. Why is it so hard, such an insurmountable task for you to see how I lather my face with paint each day just to smile at you? My face, my heart, my mind not a blank canvas that I hide with these diluted pastels but a deep, rich chorus of colors and oils that were never meant to be hidden. But the ward will never know. There are thoughts and opinions rolling like a torrent behind this mask I call a face. This world was against me from day one, don’t you dare say I’ve given way to cynicism. Nor optimism, pessimism, or God-forsaken realism. Can't I think the earth is beautiful, God is good, I am right, and people are wrong without someone putting an -ism behind me? Of course not. That's narcissism. Egoism. Egalitarianism. It is what I unknowingly wrote across my mask. But I never chose to attend this outdated ball, masquerades are cliched. Pure romanticism...surrealism, the kin of commercialism whose visage is a polychromatic wheel of logotypes that you just have to know en masse. What if I stop believing that compassion Himself can hate me? No, no that's atheism. Agnosticism. And if I'm better than someone because He said so then that is monotheism in all it's delicate flavors. Can't I breathe alone in a quiet corner? Isolationism. Can't I want to simply be a follower, and think about life, literature, and art? Incomprehensible, that would be totalitarianism, absolutism, authoritarianism. What if I want to give God all the power He gave us, and watch the world change? Fascism. Revolutionism. Extremism, because releasing the wheel is extremism. Existentialism. And what if I choose to remove the mask, break the levees, release the floodgates, my thoughts and opinions, never watch my tongue, and speak the world as it is: A capital M-madman's schism of logic and faith. As it has always been, and always will be. I will always be in love with the counterfeit ward. And yes, there's a label for that: Catastrophism. So I watch Beauty and his Beast touching in fluorescence. Bleached breath, save for the smoke of his lungs in hers. Sterile and alone; I am in cold, and cold hurts me.
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There is a dilemma that develops, a problem that hits every day without fail, it happens when I think too often, for thought is the death of faith, and faith is the bane of logic. How can I reconcile my heart and mind? If this, then what? If this is that, and this is that, then what is the origin? If you're me, then who am I? What is the point, if the point is the point, then does it matter? I believe that truth is relative. Absolutism is absolute because of shared meaning, and this meaning is only absolute because we perceive it to be this way, and therefore there is no such thing as absolutism, irony is not irony if we expect the opposite of what is expected. The world may be absurd, it may have no meaning, but that is merely a matter of perspective. Why do humans give? Why do we help one another? Do we do it to make ourselves feel better about life? So what? If it all has no meaning anyway, why not give, take and accept? Why not twist logic and play along? Why do we search for happiness? We search for it for the simple fact that it feels good, and if happiness is our end goal, then why not deceive ourselves? Lie, deceive, and distract, for truth told with malice is still a lie, and so trod the path to happiness, for it is paved with self delusion, lie and choose to believe in something abstract, for perhaps in the end, if you tell enough lies, you create your own truth, and truthfully I'd rather be play the part of a fool, than right and hopelessly miserable.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
ap-beckstead
Absolutism
There is a dilemma that develops, a problem that hits every day without fail, it happens when I think too often, for thought is the death of faith, and faith is the bane of logic. How can I reconcile my heart and mind? If this, then what? If this is that, and this is that, then what is the origin? If you're me, then who am I? What is the point, if the point is the point, then does it matter? I believe that truth is relative. Absolutism is absolute because of shared meaning, and this meaning is only absolute because we perceive it to be this way, and therefore there is no such thing as absolutism, irony is not irony if we expect the opposite of what is expected. The world may be absurd, it may have no meaning, but that is merely a matter of perspective. Why do humans give? Why do we help one another? Do we do it to make ourselves feel better about life? So what? If it all has no meaning anyway, why not give, take and accept? Why not twist logic and play along? Why do we search for happiness? We search for it for the simple fact that it feels good, and if happiness is our end goal, then why not deceive ourselves? Lie, deceive, and distract, for truth told with malice is still a lie, and so trod the path to happiness, for it is paved with self delusion, lie and choose to believe in something abstract, for perhaps in the end, if you tell enough lies, you create your own truth, and truthfully I'd rather be play the part of a fool, than right and hopelessly miserable.
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Define how you see me, take your fingers and allow them to slowly climb up to my collar bone. I paint you in scenes. I find the familiarity in the way you mirror the comfort I always craved but couldn’t allow my throat to clear long enough to ask for it. I wouldn’t find the absolutism in this moment, I wouldn’t be so present, I wouldn’t be so focused on the curvature of your lower lip as it edges closer and closer to mine. I would be numb, you wouldn’t even be here, or your would be and I would have forgotten your name already as you climbed on top of me. It’s like a receding hair line, the pungent smell of betadine, the risky slip of ‘she’s not breathing’ but I heard them, it’s deceiving. lucky to see the way the sun rises, lucky to feel the pain your terror exposes how do I clarify the explantation that unconditional only comes with the vivid understanding that god, it goes by so quickly.
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
JackOfAllTrades
unconditional
Define how you see me, take your fingers and allow them to slowly climb up to my collar bone. I paint you in scenes. I find the familiarity in the way you mirror the comfort I always craved but couldn’t allow my throat to clear long enough to ask for it. I wouldn’t find the absolutism in this moment, I wouldn’t be so present, I wouldn’t be so focused on the curvature of your lower lip as it edges closer and closer to mine. I would be numb, you wouldn’t even be here, or your would be and I would have forgotten your name already as you climbed on top of me. It’s like a receding hair line, the pungent smell of betadine, the risky slip of ‘she’s not breathing’ but I heard them, it’s deceiving. lucky to see the way the sun rises, lucky to feel the pain your terror exposes how do I clarify the explantation that unconditional only comes with the vivid understanding that god, it goes by so quickly.
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It was intensity in the eyes of the beast With his romanticisms and optimism ceased Gashes, cut bottomless within his soul Who, would possibly aid him as a whole? The king who had executed blasphemous quantities of sins And pride fully worn, his foe's skins. Could not be comprehended and eased after all He lived to stalk, persecute and brawl For behind all the masquerades and shells he wore It was against himself, that he always swore At the break of dawn, he held a face In the midst of darkness, he could not sense, embrace A battle came forging against him, he felt grim Though it was not his form which was to be dithering, limb by limb It was his trepidation, his need to stop his despair Oh, how he craved to vanish into thin air For he realized that the only thing meaningful to him now Was for his annihilating words, to be a vow A vow to soon meet, the eternal light alas For his heart had become, into brittle glass The light was his way out To permit him, of his emotive drought And so, as the stars blazed up in the sky’s high So did the tears, imploring, to be let out in both his eye How far more, would he suffer? How much longer, did he have to be a bluffer? The possibility of freedom, is all that made him wait Little did he distinguish he was just another prisoner in the chambers, of fate.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
authentic221
Absolutism
It was intensity in the eyes of the beast With his romanticisms and optimism ceased Gashes, cut bottomless within his soul Who, would possibly aid him as a whole? The king who had executed blasphemous quantities of sins And pride fully worn, his foe's skins. Could not be comprehended and eased after all He lived to stalk, persecute and brawl For behind all the masquerades and shells he wore It was against himself, that he always swore At the break of dawn, he held a face In the midst of darkness, he could not sense, embrace A battle came forging against him, he felt grim Though it was not his form which was to be dithering, limb by limb It was his trepidation, his need to stop his despair Oh, how he craved to vanish into thin air For he realized that the only thing meaningful to him now Was for his annihilating words, to be a vow A vow to soon meet, the eternal light alas For his heart had become, into brittle glass The light was his way out To permit him, of his emotive drought And so, as the stars blazed up in the sky’s high So did the tears, imploring, to be let out in both his eye How far more, would he suffer? How much longer, did he have to be a bluffer? The possibility of freedom, is all that made him wait Little did he distinguish he was just another prisoner in the chambers, of fate.
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Show me the forbidden petals of your dark side, where enlightenment pulsates with her superior intellectual reliance upon rationalism. What are the parameters of absolutism and relativism in this age, where I have discoursed with austere figures of the debased brotherhood? Can you wrap your fingers around the girth of societal modernity, and stroke the length of paradoxical sophistication where philosophical death displays her unfathomable depths? I have found resolution to this mathematical perplexity amidst our blatantly secret desert storm, where the cosmological clock ceases to denote her tick beyond the circumference of our interior sociology. Looking back to the future – what do you think of your first love? As we gather in the sacred circle around ancient and dreamy wishes, the spectres of dark forests are worthy of homage on this calendar season of historical significance. Limp, is the phallus of political rectitude. There is something beautifully menacing about the sound of bass drums, especially whenever there is a cultural context. Do you know why? Because, they are connected to the melody and harmony, where the fullness of ontology is climactic in its lofty debasement.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
david-barr
The Dexterity of Fallen Stars
Show me the forbidden petals of your dark side, where enlightenment pulsates with her superior intellectual reliance upon rationalism. What are the parameters of absolutism and relativism in this age, where I have discoursed with austere figures of the debased brotherhood? Can you wrap your fingers around the girth of societal modernity, and stroke the length of paradoxical sophistication where philosophical death displays her unfathomable depths? I have found resolution to this mathematical perplexity amidst our blatantly secret desert storm, where the cosmological clock ceases to denote her tick beyond the circumference of our interior sociology. Looking back to the future – what do you think of your first love? As we gather in the sacred circle around ancient and dreamy wishes, the spectres of dark forests are worthy of homage on this calendar season of historical significance. Limp, is the phallus of political rectitude. There is something beautifully menacing about the sound of bass drums, especially whenever there is a cultural context. Do you know why? Because, they are connected to the melody and harmony, where the fullness of ontology is climactic in its lofty debasement.
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unknown to realm of every endeavor relativity once loosen up absolutism perceive vanity peculiar in the aspect of every undertaking loosen up and upliftment to arise working so slow yet truth defying moment forwarding situation onward grasping at an emergence
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
roy-mark-azanza-corrales
Emergence
unknown to realm of every endeavor relativity once loosen up absolutism perceive vanity peculiar in the aspect of every undertaking loosen up and upliftment to arise working so slow yet truth defying moment forwarding situation onward grasping at an emergence
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A swiss army knife in an unwelcoming God toolbox is how I would describe myself Versatile but cheap. Not profound at anyone thing. Illusionism of quantity that is mistaken for quality Many books started but never finished A vast resume both musical and medical Many half played sheet music Many diplomas full of emptiness If started but never finished adventures could be considered hoarding I would be the sickest on earth. The addiction of rebirth, restarting, and creation swallow me whole Me the addict of wanting to live many lifetimes I am the backspace bar of life The blank sheet of paper on an empty desk resting beside a newly sharpened pencil This, the description of the feeling I so desperately crave- absolutism My shakey addict hands hunger for words like; blank, clean, fresh These fuel my unhealthy obsession for second chances
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
CollectionOFcells
The second chance addict
A swiss army knife in an unwelcoming God toolbox is how I would describe myself Versatile but cheap. Not profound at anyone thing. Illusionism of quantity that is mistaken for quality Many books started but never finished A vast resume both musical and medical Many half played sheet music Many diplomas full of emptiness If started but never finished adventures could be considered hoarding I would be the sickest on earth. The addiction of rebirth, restarting, and creation swallow me whole Me the addict of wanting to live many lifetimes I am the backspace bar of life The blank sheet of paper on an empty desk resting beside a newly sharpened pencil This, the description of the feeling I so desperately crave- absolutism My shakey addict hands hunger for words like; blank, clean, fresh These fuel my unhealthy obsession for second chances
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In my life I’ve learned that it is possible to love two—three things at the same time with the same intensity, such as I love coffee as much as I love books as I love cigarettes in the morning.
That my vices and mischiefs are who I am, both the most beautiful and sad parts of me.
 I’ve learned that just like people are happy they are sad, and just as people live they die.
 That happiness and love are for everyone, but I’ve also learned that this world, and its horrors isn’t.
 I’ve learned that society isn’t a norm, and that human absolutism is not a thing.
 That you have to **** up to learn, as no one has ever fallen in love without being a little brave.
I’ve learned that depression ***** you left and right, that it’s a real illness and that taking antidepressants doesn’t make me any less of a person. 
I’ve learned that embracing who you are is what makes you exquisite and endlessly fascinating.
 That life is an absurd infinity for all this togetherness and otherness.
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
coffeemantra
Learning.
In my life I’ve learned that it is possible to love two—three things at the same time with the same intensity, such as I love coffee as much as I love books as I love cigarettes in the morning.
That my vices and mischiefs are who I am, both the most beautiful and sad parts of me.
 I’ve learned that just like people are happy they are sad, and just as people live they die.
 That happiness and love are for everyone, but I’ve also learned that this world, and its horrors isn’t.
 I’ve learned that society isn’t a norm, and that human absolutism is not a thing.
 That you have to **** up to learn, as no one has ever fallen in love without being a little brave.
I’ve learned that depression ***** you left and right, that it’s a real illness and that taking antidepressants doesn’t make me any less of a person. 
I’ve learned that embracing who you are is what makes you exquisite and endlessly fascinating.
 That life is an absurd infinity for all this togetherness and otherness.
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keep barking what,    mongrel?! never to a chemist what, suddenly there is no notion of a cognitive mongrel, i.e. a bilingual breed of man? i found that people complained about having a mixed-ethnic rooting, never was the case translated into the cognitive element of vocab... you are allowed an ethno-allowance "stipend" and be left off the hook if your mother was white, but your daddy was black, but then it comes to possessing two languages, good luck Buck! akin to psychiatric disorders... the pills don't work! tell that to a chemist: the **** was i doing all this time, so running, cardiovascular oxygen to the brain will solve all the problems? the last thing you want a chemist to hear is: the only medicine is exercise... i'm not saying it's perfect, but to suggest that all pill taking is bad makes the study of chemistry: pointless... might as well be studying arachnophobia! if i actually did make it into the profession i'd be as much hated as a police officer... chemistry: bad... make sure you wash your teeth with cow dung extract, and perfume yourself with freshly plucked daffodils then! jobs retain a tinge of absolutism because relativism doesn't exist between them, the only relativism shared is the relativistic fact that such jobs exists, and can exist because they are coexisting... a bus driver coexists with a cabbie because: e.g. e.g. i.e. a mechanical means of travel... psychiatry undermines the benevolence of a chemist, by over-simplifying the case-study of a cardiovascular trainer... the **** is the point running a treadmill without generating energy? you can't suddenly explain to a chemist: your pill aren't worth popping! well, that's one way of saying the currently exploration of the impotence of antibiotics... that worked... but what's the point of telling a chemist to suddenly "dig the groove" of divorcing himself from synthesising synthetic mimics? - and instead analysing analytical precursors? a chemist is not going to suddenly rephrase his quest to agree to: a futility his own work - culminating in an effective plagiarism of nature isolated... but then popularising biology and physics reduces chemistry as being the Quasimodo of science, a hunch-back ugly-face of endeavour... a science crucified in terms of modern ethic... once the only adventurous branch of science, now the most ethically conducted patron of rigour... it has truly become nothing short of a farce... something worth being ridiculous, but not inclined to be subject of ridicule.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
keep barking / never to a chemist
keep barking what,    mongrel?! never to a chemist what, suddenly there is no notion of a cognitive mongrel, i.e. a bilingual breed of man? i found that people complained about having a mixed-ethnic rooting, never was the case translated into the cognitive element of vocab... you are allowed an ethno-allowance "stipend" and be left off the hook if your mother was white, but your daddy was black, but then it comes to possessing two languages, good luck Buck! akin to psychiatric disorders... the pills don't work! tell that to a chemist: the **** was i doing all this time, so running, cardiovascular oxygen to the brain will solve all the problems? the last thing you want a chemist to hear is: the only medicine is exercise... i'm not saying it's perfect, but to suggest that all pill taking is bad makes the study of chemistry: pointless... might as well be studying arachnophobia! if i actually did make it into the profession i'd be as much hated as a police officer... chemistry: bad... make sure you wash your teeth with cow dung extract, and perfume yourself with freshly plucked daffodils then! jobs retain a tinge of absolutism because relativism doesn't exist between them, the only relativism shared is the relativistic fact that such jobs exists, and can exist because they are coexisting... a bus driver coexists with a cabbie because: e.g. e.g. i.e. a mechanical means of travel... psychiatry undermines the benevolence of a chemist, by over-simplifying the case-study of a cardiovascular trainer... the **** is the point running a treadmill without generating energy? you can't suddenly explain to a chemist: your pill aren't worth popping! well, that's one way of saying the currently exploration of the impotence of antibiotics... that worked... but what's the point of telling a chemist to suddenly "dig the groove" of divorcing himself from synthesising synthetic mimics? - and instead analysing analytical precursors? a chemist is not going to suddenly rephrase his quest to agree to: a futility his own work - culminating in an effective plagiarism of nature isolated... but then popularising biology and physics reduces chemistry as being the Quasimodo of science, a hunch-back ugly-face of endeavour... a science crucified in terms of modern ethic... once the only adventurous branch of science, now the most ethically conducted patron of rigour... it has truly become nothing short of a farce... something worth being ridiculous, but not inclined to be subject of ridicule.
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No, really, I'm good, I'll keep the shoes. No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate They don't speak our language to seminarians So it ends up that one can only speculate The ravages of a begotten forlorn past Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism No place like a supposed safe and warm abode                             ? When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee Was I lied to when told there was no place like home                             !? Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology                              ? After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration They are good as new, shining for all the World to see Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
Dwarfitelf
I'm Good, I'll Keep the Shoes
No, really, I'm good, I'll keep the shoes. No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate They don't speak our language to seminarians So it ends up that one can only speculate The ravages of a begotten forlorn past Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism No place like a supposed safe and warm abode                             ? When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee Was I lied to when told there was no place like home                             !? Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology                              ? After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration They are good as new, shining for all the World to see Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration
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I wake up to this morning of tepid sun winter's shudder has arrived, the storm has abated. Rains peek mildly through frozen clouds. I waver between leaving the bed and getting ready. All desultory. Morning's voices speculate. The rush for getting to school is over. Some late comers, goers. There is movement all around. Inside the house, a poem calls. Taking a pen I frantically search pages of love, hate, passions. The ogre of silence haunts this house. The domestic help shouts, asks me to take a bath. I will wash myself in absolutism and sins.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
ananya-s-guha
Diary
I wake up to this morning of tepid sun winter's shudder has arrived, the storm has abated. Rains peek mildly through frozen clouds. I waver between leaving the bed and getting ready. All desultory. Morning's voices speculate. The rush for getting to school is over. Some late comers, goers. There is movement all around. Inside the house, a poem calls. Taking a pen I frantically search pages of love, hate, passions. The ogre of silence haunts this house. The domestic help shouts, asks me to take a bath. I will wash myself in absolutism and sins.
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Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification... some readers might dismiss as absurdism defying established dogma fixed absolutism millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical, and such cavalier blithe apostasy, declared alarmism, now - twenty first century extant accursed as alcoholism within various non Western statecraft enclaves, barely tolerating agnosticism no fool to ********* proclamations antithetical opinionism where condemnation to death (I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept) inadequate punishment, cited on par relegated to alienism, amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism... never does this anachronism loosely cabled with pioneerism, (when ****** forests bedecked America), a veritable wilderness, necessitated quintessential self survivalism knowhow long since forgot, which dependence on consumerism finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera more aligned with reliance on individualism nearly an extinct species, where anti materialism betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism, versus profit motive maximization, though of late environmental dynamism aggressive representative thank you Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism, nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism mandating staunch defeatism as stave bulwark against criminal determinism to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism predicated on tenets of egocentrism brewed, steeped, and galvanized in exceptionalism of **** sapiens and expansionism exclusive to said primate that requires serious assessment, asper bracketing craven doctrinairism edified fundamentalism granting humans unfettered expansionism!
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Netherworld Unearthed Within This Mind
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification... some readers might dismiss as absurdism defying established dogma fixed absolutism millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical, and such cavalier blithe apostasy, declared alarmism, now - twenty first century extant accursed as alcoholism within various non Western statecraft enclaves, barely tolerating agnosticism no fool to ********* proclamations antithetical opinionism where condemnation to death (I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept) inadequate punishment, cited on par relegated to alienism, amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism... never does this anachronism loosely cabled with pioneerism, (when ****** forests bedecked America), a veritable wilderness, necessitated quintessential self survivalism knowhow long since forgot, which dependence on consumerism finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera more aligned with reliance on individualism nearly an extinct species, where anti materialism betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism, versus profit motive maximization, though of late environmental dynamism aggressive representative thank you Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism, nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism mandating staunch defeatism as stave bulwark against criminal determinism to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism predicated on tenets of egocentrism brewed, steeped, and galvanized in exceptionalism of **** sapiens and expansionism exclusive to said primate that requires serious assessment, asper bracketing craven doctrinairism edified fundamentalism granting humans unfettered expansionism!
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Rough, sandy Malodors of Brandy Unlimited space Yet strangling Dark, hollow Look again Fell deep in the hole Cannot breathe in this loophole Wind wafting through its cardboard The more I think about it The cooler it gets I had one similar When I was just a mere familiar Horsing around it as if it was my home What made it comfortable It was always locked It was always not a liar It was better than anyone I do not know what kind of sorcery it used But it always eased my fuse When I am confused, in a ruse I can breathe after all You can imagine anything there Flap its sides as if you are in a plane You can paint animals, forests anytime Unlike reality Turn it into castle Or a storage of treasure A hideout Military base Safe and sound Quiet, does not shout Does not turn angry Cut, it will not yell Not misunderstanding Attachment syndrome with a non-living thing So are these ghosts surrounding My philosopher's brain is no match for society Add that with my dash of absolutism I played along with the appropriatey But why, did it betray me now? The more I stayed The more I get scared Tsunami of bad dreams slapped me Cannot get out But nowhere to shelter to Feeling I do not need aid It is better to sabotage my faith On my own Than admitting that I am terrified Sensitive like the morning flower Than to be hurt by the outside Than involving anyone Since everybody around me are dunces So stay Once more Get this occupied Even if it is already roaring to break free Where no one will see me See me be myself Abnormal self Weeping, childish self And come back again and again
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
insertname
Boxed
Rough, sandy Malodors of Brandy Unlimited space Yet strangling Dark, hollow Look again Fell deep in the hole Cannot breathe in this loophole Wind wafting through its cardboard The more I think about it The cooler it gets I had one similar When I was just a mere familiar Horsing around it as if it was my home What made it comfortable It was always locked It was always not a liar It was better than anyone I do not know what kind of sorcery it used But it always eased my fuse When I am confused, in a ruse I can breathe after all You can imagine anything there Flap its sides as if you are in a plane You can paint animals, forests anytime Unlike reality Turn it into castle Or a storage of treasure A hideout Military base Safe and sound Quiet, does not shout Does not turn angry Cut, it will not yell Not misunderstanding Attachment syndrome with a non-living thing So are these ghosts surrounding My philosopher's brain is no match for society Add that with my dash of absolutism I played along with the appropriatey But why, did it betray me now? The more I stayed The more I get scared Tsunami of bad dreams slapped me Cannot get out But nowhere to shelter to Feeling I do not need aid It is better to sabotage my faith On my own Than admitting that I am terrified Sensitive like the morning flower Than to be hurt by the outside Than involving anyone Since everybody around me are dunces So stay Once more Get this occupied Even if it is already roaring to break free Where no one will see me See me be myself Abnormal self Weeping, childish self And come back again and again
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She is Oh god the succulent She makes void of absolutism I bellow as if the base can hear eager cries of she once led me to the well and told me to close my eyes, don't drink sip so the droplets can form worlds between your lips, your chin I'll collect the moisture from your skin.
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
JackOfAllTrades
speckledGold
She is Oh god the succulent She makes void of absolutism I bellow as if the base can hear eager cries of she once led me to the well and told me to close my eyes, don't drink sip so the droplets can form worlds between your lips, your chin I'll collect the moisture from your skin.
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