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"disempowering" poems
Did I printed my ligacy without any wrong? I wonder'd, as my trot what thou and I may have did? Or! Had been just disgrac'd, to her life; All ever done is disillusion'd to disincentiv'd her confidenc'd Her heart completely disintergrat'd by my deeds; Had I been disobient; leaving us, our hearts dismay? MY ONLY CHANCE IS NOW! Feeling, like I disdain'd her Disempowering her completely, ever did; Discriminating all thee care's, love's her had to grant me; Or! Had my face disguis'd, My heart completely heartless'd? Had my mind ever disclos'd, who I am? Now thee portion of me happy with her; Thee rest of me just in sorrow, regrets ever made, her heart, in peaces! And now my only chance to our waking souls; Which watch not one another out of fear; For our love all love of other sights controls; And makes one little room an every where Let her - discoverers to new worlds can offers Let herself close to me, trust she shown before Let us possess on one thing, love which, thee most precious thing we'd ever possess'd in life time. That's my only chance Thee chance I'm to nagging That I'm to begging Thee only chance for me That chance to do right by you MY ONLY CHANCE!
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
MY ONLY CHANCE!
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth A better understanding of what there is to feel In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings That so shields us from what there is Gives us the idea that all is soft We must take the pain of peeling away our person Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth Helps us to appreciate a smile Or other such defiance to the darkness But I can’t be sure How could we be justified? How could happiness be our goal If we go through something so terrible, So disempowering A **** of the senses A death of the self To reach it? Were we always to be happy? Is the answer an extreme? Why must we peak? Why may we not plateau, Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth And the real world? I would be happy to ride a level river Never knowing waterfalls Or water flowing uphill That is supposedly happiness The truth can hang The world can stay away I don’t want to know you Not through that anyway.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Sappiness