What an everlasting force.Like people.
Like emotions.
Like gravity.
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Ode to the Trembling TreeThis is the ode to the tree I knew That was trembling close to a fall. Shaken and stirred by the wind that blew It had me gasping in awe. The leaves were chipped and the pine was stripped, I wasn't quite ready to see All of the joy that the tree had owned, Had fully and faultly been flipped. It wasn't conventional to the rest of the trees Of that I surely had known.Ode to the Trembling Tree
So I walked on down in my lace nightgown As quickly as any one could, To the forest some miles from town. I only did what any one would, Repairing the things that are prized. I hacked
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Morphing a MetropolisIf my structure undo, If my tumbling columns, quake!Morphing a Metropolis
Fronts of you, What's there to do?
Do you bask in my ash, Do you horde in discord? Or will the quantity, Of all my naked pieces-
bathe! unto you?
If there was a fragment, Latent in my fabric- Could you capture it's residue?
Would you abstain in disdain? Refrain and remain? Or could you detatch, From all the perilous designs- That frame unto you.
Alike the picture, An importrayed painting- That hangs! Inside you. Cou
by ~AstralRuins
Repetition.A terrific additionOur lives are so distinctly repetitive.Repetition.A terrific addition
We wish for alteration.. you find your new factory standard reassembled friends..
You check that new movie out.. You buy that new TV.. You get that new President...
And You are Bestowed this world, in a brand new light. With the same dull colors.
by ~AstralRuins
A grain of Arcane ArchitectureImagine understanding. Like sand placed in your hands- It seethes between your fingertips, And falls to no Commands.A grain of Arcane Architecture
But once you grow to tame it, Bestow it as your tool- You could sculpt a castle! Forgotten by the pool.
Eroded and corroded, Soiled amply fast- But the one which you had built it with, Is the Structure that shall last.
by ~AstralRuins
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| I'm just me. There's nothing else I'd pretend to be, but me. Even if we all may be pretending, I find that no viable excuse. I am overwhelmed by a little specific something, I just thought I'd say. Kind of. I barely even know what to convey. This is my first time visiting the site, and I'm overwhelmed by the brimming creativity! The site pressed me with a great deluge of expression. I thank some of you very much so. Although there's one thing~ I look at all of the spectacular photography and artwork, and then I make my way to the literature- and I'm stunned by the contrast. I could not even begin to comment most of these works, Not even constructive criticism, for there is not even a foundation to construct on. And I do not wish to be insulting, so I rarely comment those. It's infected with cliche heart-angel-kiss-touch-tears-teenage-bloodworks and I am perturbed to take notice of this. Sigh. What can I do. I am.. many things. I am a neurologist. I am a psychologist. I am a writer. I am a singer. I am a poet. I am a giver. I am sovereign. I am divergent. I am wishful. I am at terms with reality. I am forlorn. I am inscripted. I'd rather sell my possibly non-existent soul than write in cliche. The things I write, are easily known, not what everybody is rushing to hear. For that, is far from dynamic and construction, only hunger, and an unworthy dwelling. Though I hope that it will be possibly profound, and it can make the difference in your days. `_ Also note-- I continuously take it upon myself-- that more or less, all of my poems, are very different from all of my poems. I hold my concepts near, but my outlines far from shore. _` We all have bombastic opportunities, though opportunities itself has a misleading positive connotation. Just because one has the opportunity, does not mean it is worth doing. -~-~ If you have any specific questions about meaning, I'd love to be of addition to you! So please note me and I'll be the reciprocal. I myself, find necessities in impact. For it is the only thing that will be left, other than calcium. I see it's revolutions. I see it's dividends, it's abrasions. |
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- Current Residence: A chamber between force and vacuum.
- Interests: Sematics, impact, reason, and bending your jurisdictions.
- Favourite band or musician: Nightwish, Circa Survive, Gregory and the Hawk.
- Favourite genre of music: No grocery store, no labels.
- Favourite style of art: ..Expressive.
- Operating System: Vista. It's honestly not much of an alternate from XP.
- Shell of choice: Not the world we live in.
- Personal Quote: "For a mind lost can be found, but a lost soul is dead and left to wander forever."
- Tools of the Trade: You decide.
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Oh all the emo children they're always so sad, when I was young I couldn't be sad or they'd beat me down with a stick. Then make me work in the fields and collect more sticks to beat me with.
Dumbledore's Army is real!
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Oh all the emo children they're always so sad, when I was young I couldn't be sad or they'd beat me down with a stick. Then make me work in the fields and collect more sticks to beat me with.
Dumbledore's Army is real!
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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When the light fades, the darkness is lonely
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