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TheBlackPen121 Apr 2022
Why do I write? I write to share a part of me the world has never seen, I write because writing is in my genes,
I write to share my experience so people know that they are not alone, I write to comfort and give broken souls a home.
I write not for fame or recognition because I know that's not my mission.
I write to let my little voice be heard and free this little bluebird that has been trapped in my heart for so long.
I write to alleviate my melancholious state,
I write to empower, I write to educate, and most of all I write to preach love and not hate.

Done by: KCG
Blessed are the creators
Good Moaning to you,
Day fellas!
I am an owl of its dreams.
Tell me yours and I will tell you
,'you're no better at these'.

Gather around and listen
to my chosen pain.
The pain of His time on my scale
and hands still empty of a touch
that makes you rest.

Restless nights you have had.
Dream! Dreams! Dream!
Oh, Day fellas!
I forget before I dream.
For I am an owl of its dreams.

Melancholious passions,
thou findeth me.
Tell them of those dreams
I dreamt when I was awake.
Tell them of the rest I placed,
when they rested in dreams.

Melancholious delusions,
its them, thou hast found.
Oh! Day Fellas.
The Day is a lover of the Night,
so is the Night to the Day.

They are both my lovers
and I cheat on them.
I cheat with dreams and visions.
I cheat with the truth, weighty reality.
They protrude into its future.
For I am an owl of its dreams.

Wake up! Day Fellas.
For The night has come.
Sleep! Day Fellas.
When the day is done.
You're the nightwatch of your dreams.
There are many opposites in this world:
light and dark,
And love and hate,
bliss and pain,
And Life and Death.
What is Life and Death?

The concept of Life and Death is millenniums of years old,
And the answer is different for every individual you ask
They may say that life is a short experience that every individual goes through
They may say that its a blessing that we must take advantage of
They may say that its a curse that we all must suffer
They may say that we’re here for a specific predetermined reason
And they may say that its nothing until we make something from it
There are many theories and beliefs of what happens after
Some say that you go to another world where you can live in peace and happiness
Another of distress and suffering
Or you just go through another life in a new body under a new name
Or your soul inhabits another animal or object
Or it remains just wandering, bodilessly
And many speculations more…
Then there are others who may say that there is simply nothing.

Life
Life is when your soul has a body to control,
A mind to inhabit,
Dreams to fulfill
It allows that spirit to interact with other spirits to build and create
Life is full and stimulating and always moving
Life is a course of events,
One action impacts the next impacts the next impacts the next…
Life grows and flourishes
Life develops and changes every day and every second and every moment
You have the ability to make your world a utopia
The choices you and others make can impact the next
But those choices won’t always lead to success
Sometimes they’ll lead you to failure
Misery
Disappointment
And sometimes you won’t always get to choose what happens
Life is unexpected
But we have retellings of other’s lives
Rules and guides on how to live our own
Regulations and laws (that aren’t always followed)
Rewards and punishments
Life is a blessing
Life is a curse
Life is everywhere
Life is now.

Death
Death is when your conscious leaves your physical state for eternal time.
We haven’t yet met death, but it still feels familiar
Do we see death in between our stages of wake and sleep?
Or in moments of shock after impact?
Or maybe when our heart drops during a fall?
Its funny being agnostic because no theory of life after death fully satifies
I’d imagine that right before death, a melancholious chill would spead over,
Inabiling every part of you
Segment by segment
Limb by limb
Memory by memory
Then you and your soul would be let free
No longer having to carry the weight of your body, the weight of your thoughts,
An infinite dreamlike state, except with no pictures or visions.
A peaceful, dreamless, light, nothingness.
A freedom from life.
But maybe death is different
It’s interesting being agnostic because no theory of life after death feels sure
Thats the thing, we don’t fully know
Thats why its so scary, it’s unknown
And you can’t undo it, you can’t go back
Death is interminable
Death is inevitable
Death everywhere
Death is the end.

So what is Life and Death?
They are…

Written for a poetry contest between friends a while ago with the topic: "A contrast between life and death"

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