February 2012
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“I don’t entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been....”
– Elizabeth Taylor (via wildthiiing)
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Foul Play
I cultured your faults Allowed you to bloom and blossom Giving reason behind every imperfection Your flaws became trademarks of beauty I couldn’t help but love You stood before me a rattled mess Tangent in thoughts and a helpless digression The kind of distraction only this compassion could unfold Your heart was cold Mine was mindless The better part of me fell into the palms of a wrecked soul...
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“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet”
– Plato (via perceelee)
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As simple as...
Kiss me Flawlessly No lies to taint our lips Broken promises need not exist Let this touch be simple Almost real As true as words can feel Lingering softly above broken hearts As if intended to mend mine Gently excavating inner damage Ridding mind and body Clarifying reality As if love could almost subsist
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I lost my way some time ago. Some days I wish I could pin point exactly when so that maybe I could figure out what it was that I did so wrong. Lately, I’m just hoping I can find my way again. I listen to him preach sometimes. Sit there in a solemn corner away from judging eyes and callous hearts, just listening. His voice feels like heaven, his words feel like home. With every scripture follows...
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“Life, itself, is easy. We just have a tendency of complicating things.”
– My Dad
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This book... I could not put down.
“I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family’s, and my country’s past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
This much, at least, I’ve figured out. I know this much is...
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These days, I find myself doing more reading than writing. Putting faith into words written at the hands of others, seeking comfort and familiarity. I wish I could say I were reading scriptures and putting my belief in religion, but creed has lost its conviction with me. I’d rather find solace in the lexis of Socrates or knowledge in the vows of Nietzsche. Let the language of philosophy take over...
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