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It is in our nature to immortalize. Reify our god-ness, deify our emotions, And every breathe that passes, must Never Die. So we dream of books to write. A scrap here, a piece there, Rejoicing in the artistry, making Picture Frames. It is a pain deemed necessary. To know, to feel, To make trauma the vocabulary, magnifying Suffering Souls. So we call tears the crux. The ****** is our pain, the sting of it all, Death and loss not enemies; dear Old Friends. It is sentimentalized. The whole of humanity, the joy of bittersweet: Call me a bitter harvest such as thee, Let funeral bells forever ring A dirge by children, for their mothers sing A memorial in song for every thing My heart is glad to finally sing A wooing song for one like thee But a better life for you and me No game for two, but a crowd of three What better chance for artistry What prouder show of humanity Than to have you stolen away from me? If this is the sum of humanity To suffer in such ways you see Then begone with my humanity. This I do not want or need. Let Me Forget
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
andrew-1
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It is in our nature to immortalize. Reify our god-ness, deify our emotions, And every breathe that passes, must Never Die. So we dream of books to write. A scrap here, a piece there, Rejoicing in the artistry, making Picture Frames. It is a pain deemed necessary. To know, to feel, To make trauma the vocabulary, magnifying Suffering Souls. So we call tears the crux. The ****** is our pain, the sting of it all, Death and loss not enemies; dear Old Friends. It is sentimentalized. The whole of humanity, the joy of bittersweet: Call me a bitter harvest such as thee, Let funeral bells forever ring A dirge by children, for their mothers sing A memorial in song for every thing My heart is glad to finally sing A wooing song for one like thee But a better life for you and me No game for two, but a crowd of three What better chance for artistry What prouder show of humanity Than to have you stolen away from me? If this is the sum of humanity To suffer in such ways you see Then begone with my humanity. This I do not want or need. Let Me Forget
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Homage to the furry four footed a mew zing friend that smart pet house cat whose nine lives spanned nearly a score. This ode scratched out about a half dozen ***** of yarn unspooled around the terra firmae. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the euthanize cat silenced meow – less audible than when a kitten 19 years ago – whew heart wrenching to you Richard n I presume Brendan too though ye my dear sister will moost likely miss do to sensitive resonance with creatures that grew and an omnipotent bond through well nigh two decades - whereby a tapestry of love hew as pet owner solely knew wove with colorful memories will brew regular need to grieve as a family member true as yar own flesh and bone will wake thee no more – boo hoo lament must be free to woo tears of sadness possible prompt thine heart to rue tis only understandable if such conscionable choice to terminate life one such beautiful feline knew within his being affection lavished with memories to view and replay his corporeal presence where time flew as calendar ushered near score longevity end date along timeline queue memorialized n sentimentalized by unused litter box n cat bowl used to poo and chew respectively will usher inxs purr remembrance of thinks past by Marcel Proust of human zoo leaves inky traces without a clew his latter fading discernible holographic soul with any faux paws dagger like claws indelibly etched within mcgeehan family unforgettable presence he drew! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- …luv frum ur brother math who moost now rush off n skip to the loo!
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Midnight doth sleep eternally -
Homage to the furry four footed a mew zing friend that smart pet house cat whose nine lives spanned nearly a score. This ode scratched out about a half dozen ***** of yarn unspooled around the terra firmae. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the euthanize cat silenced meow – less audible than when a kitten 19 years ago – whew heart wrenching to you Richard n I presume Brendan too though ye my dear sister will moost likely miss do to sensitive resonance with creatures that grew and an omnipotent bond through well nigh two decades - whereby a tapestry of love hew as pet owner solely knew wove with colorful memories will brew regular need to grieve as a family member true as yar own flesh and bone will wake thee no more – boo hoo lament must be free to woo tears of sadness possible prompt thine heart to rue tis only understandable if such conscionable choice to terminate life one such beautiful feline knew within his being affection lavished with memories to view and replay his corporeal presence where time flew as calendar ushered near score longevity end date along timeline queue memorialized n sentimentalized by unused litter box n cat bowl used to poo and chew respectively will usher inxs purr remembrance of thinks past by Marcel Proust of human zoo leaves inky traces without a clew his latter fading discernible holographic soul with any faux paws dagger like claws indelibly etched within mcgeehan family unforgettable presence he drew! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- …luv frum ur brother math who moost now rush off n skip to the loo!
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