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"deliberatly" poems
Standing at the Rijksmuseum we find ourselves part of a lesson, a lesson by a master in his craft. Our company seven men some look at us some look away while Dr. Tulp, our eighth man digs into the elefant in the room. The cool body lies bare like light were coming out of it reflecting on the faces of the more curious, leaving in shadows the uninterested ones. The dead arm opened wide, some lesson on tendons or bones. Three hundred and fifty years mute the master's words so clear make the master's brushes so loud. It was a time of studied ignorance, of white collars on shallow knowledge when my favourite of the Old Masters was born. Retract. Step back into our reality observe the beatiful museum for we are before one of its finest pieces. But it's hard. It ***** you in. Something about the crepuscular glow of the body makes you get stuck in it. Observe the perfect composition, the diverse faces. It's like a photograph taken at a random instant yet so deliberate, so randomly deliberate, so deliberatly random. But step back, look at the whole thing, it's just so beautiful. You could say it's just 3D masterfully represented in 2D but it is not, there's something more to it. Something you could call extradimensional. It's like if the artist knew the algorithms our mind follows and knew the exact input needed for the desired output, beauty, art, even shock. Let's move on to the next painting, but don't let this image fade away, let it rest, let it click, and let it grow in you.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
The anatomy lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp
Standing at the Rijksmuseum we find ourselves part of a lesson, a lesson by a master in his craft. Our company seven men some look at us some look away while Dr. Tulp, our eighth man digs into the elefant in the room. The cool body lies bare like light were coming out of it reflecting on the faces of the more curious, leaving in shadows the uninterested ones. The dead arm opened wide, some lesson on tendons or bones. Three hundred and fifty years mute the master's words so clear make the master's brushes so loud. It was a time of studied ignorance, of white collars on shallow knowledge when my favourite of the Old Masters was born. Retract. Step back into our reality observe the beatiful museum for we are before one of its finest pieces. But it's hard. It ***** you in. Something about the crepuscular glow of the body makes you get stuck in it. Observe the perfect composition, the diverse faces. It's like a photograph taken at a random instant yet so deliberate, so randomly deliberate, so deliberatly random. But step back, look at the whole thing, it's just so beautiful. You could say it's just 3D masterfully represented in 2D but it is not, there's something more to it. Something you could call extradimensional. It's like if the artist knew the algorithms our mind follows and knew the exact input needed for the desired output, beauty, art, even shock. Let's move on to the next painting, but don't let this image fade away, let it rest, let it click, and let it grow in you.
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Uniluminated room, Unsure of my surroundings, Faint white light deliberatly creeping forth brining life to atmospheric tranquility as I begin to release the fear of my unknown and feel safe. Growing conscious of hands slowly beginning to cradle my waist I don't have to turn around to know it's you. We stay like this for a moment just breathing until the silence is broken by very distant music. "You came", you say, pulling me close. Smirking to myself I reply with "You didn't think I would?", i can tell you sense the implication of a joke within my voice. Quickly I find myself spinning around to face you as you twirl me ever so delicately. "Hello Sweetie", I breathe. Our movements while minimal, were perfectly timed with our slowly beating hearts. Music creeped through the distance finally reaching and joining us as we swayed. At first I couldn't recognize the song playing background noise to our little two-step. Suddenly as a flash of a mempory, it dawned on me, the soundtrack was our life. Through distance, through impossibility. Breathtaking music which was perpetually repeating. For once in my life, undoubtable clarity. My eyelids fall closed while your fingers sweep delicately across my face. Single tear rolls away and I too return my hand to rest upon your body. Lifeforces entertained my soul wrapped within yours. Stepping towards forever, eternally.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
With You
forlorn figure standing on a grey skies beach gives rise to thoughts of cold wind and dire essence a saddness surrounds this misbegotten creature this mispoken essence of a person in desperation this crafted image of despair many years have passed but isn't it this very thing this very place that is the crux of what and who you are she died on a beach now you linger here deliberatly you cannot will not get past this she awaits in dreams clothed in the dim spectral next world garments that come to mind a beckoning figure calling this one on the beach to join her she waits for me
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
forlorn figure
I wait stupidly like an anxious child. For nothing. I wait as usual For a person Who deliberatly Keeps me at a distance Who only looks For what I haven't done Who scolds instead of loves I wait For nothing but a punishment Ive allowed To sprawl over me And slobber themselves on my pain I wait for one who doesn't Love me or care to love me How insane To wish I had something more To stupidly believe I even deserve Such graces. I'll mever be Nothing more then the worthless unit I am right now. I'm a monster, Meant only for use My while life Has perpetuated this to me And every person I've ever connected to Has only taken from my soul Only leaving pain Its always the same. "AGoddessOriginal" 8/3/12
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
i wait
I forgot to say I Love You. I meant to show you just how much you mean to me. I wanted to tell you just how Deep you've touched my Soul. I forgot too. I deliberately forgot too. I was afraid to let you in. I was too afraid you'd walk away once you realised it. I judged you before I knew you,the real you. Now seeing you with her Hurts. She makes you feel like a Man. She shows you the contants of her Heart. Although she really loves you,I love you More! I know you question daily how I feel about you. I know I appear heartless and cold.. You've told me this a million times before.. Truth is I'm beyond Inlove with you. But I could'nt show you. I deliberatly forgot to show you. I forgot to say I Love You.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
I Forgot.
I never understood Why a person would deliberatly harm theirself Or why they would put up with an abusive relationship that is so extreme that it results in injuries I never understood why someone would defy the undefyable rule of life, to end their life, which goes against every law of nature Why would someone **** themself? ...but now i understand... They would put up with the abuse because they think maybe, just maybe, if i hurt, then he or she doesnt have to...maybe if i take the pain, then my love can live in peace They cut because it allows them to feel, when everything has gone wrong and the mind has gone numb from the constant heartache, the cut will still throb, and the scars will stay, and always remind you that it was worse at some point...it must have been... And then their is the unbreakable...broken law...suicide Suicide is seen as a last resort In a world where everything amd everyone is against you And i finally understand Why these forbidden lawless laws Inhumanitarian to the very core... Protrude far from simple imagination, and out into the world Because hope is bitter sweet And some people prefer sour
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Never understood
Please don't build a home my chest, only to catch my heart on the barbs of your love on your way out the door. I know that nothing lasts forever, but you are the closest thing to a forever that has ever made a home in me. The things I've loved have all had their turn, they've all come and go running amok in my brain leaving tatters of themselves behind for me to sweep under the rug, forgetting about the time that I displayed my loves proudly on a shelf above my headboard; now I only notice them when I trip over my own feet, or when I go deliberatly searching for memories to drudge up. Please do not become another thing that I place on display only to collect dust until you decide to take a piece of me away with you. I do not want that. Please, if you make a home here, be mindful of the ghosts that inhabit this place please tread lightly and do not disturb the sleeping figures that haunt my head. Be gentle in my home, but do not be afraid to stay. Please stay.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
if you decide to stay
This fire does not need blistering branches just fearsome demons with flaming glances It cant burn wood or heat your stove cant throw a spark into the grove It will not burn you or light your path This fire is fueled by all of your wrath And this fire in your heart burns always You try to fight it, and break the chain But nothing will help, or ease the pain This knife thats in your back, keeps twisting And this fire in your heart burns always You cant stop the flames blazing on your heart until you go deep to extinguish the spark Deep burrowed in your restless thoughts lies the answer to the question you never deliberatly asked And this fire in your heart burns always The fire grows and drives you insane it would be so easy to end all this pain Just a little cut, a friendly red line down to you wrists and all would be fine but you resist this cant be the way and then you fall on your knees starting to pray And this fire in your heart burns always Your wrath is gone, The fire still hurts It cant be extinguished by all those words you spoke to the god your believing in and all you want is to rip offyour skin You dont see the solution to the end of this horror you fall in depression and punch right in the mirror You decide to end it to escape this life you walk in your kitchen and take a knife set it, push it, right in the flames and the last thing you see is your life in frames You disappointed your god made your beloved ones cry now you started their fire with your last goodbye Because this fire burns always
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
The fire within
This fire does not need blistering branches just fearsome demons with flaming glances It cant burn wood or heat your stove cant throw a spark into the grove It will not burn you or light your path This fire is fueled by all of your wrath And this fire in your heart burns always You try to fight it, and break the chain But nothing will help, or ease the pain This knife thats in your back, keeps twisting And this fire in your heart burns always You cant stop the flames blazing on your heart until you go deep to extinguish the spark Deep burrowed in your restless thoughts lies the answer to the question you never deliberatly asked And this fire in your heart burns always The fire grows and drives you insane it would be so easy to end all this pain Just a little cut, a friendly red line down to you wrists and all would be fine but you resist this cant be the way and then you fall on your knees starting to pray And this fire in your heart burns always Your wrath is gone, The fire still hurts It cant be extinguished by all those words you spoke to the god your believing in and all you want is to rip offyour skin You dont see the solution to the end of this horror you fall in depression and punch right in the mirror You decide to end it to escape this life you walk in your kitchen and take a knife set it, push it, right in the flames and the last thing you see is your life in frames You disappointed your god made your beloved ones cry now you started their fire with your last goodbye Because this fire burns always
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