Nothingness

The path of nothingness leads to nothingness.
There's only nothingness at the end.
I've been there.
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Everywhere to hide, nowhere to open up.
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Black is truly an amazing color.
It negates all colors except one, white.
White absorbs everything, you can paint it whatever color you want, blue, red, yellow, you name it and even turn it right back into white again.
Though with the color black, you can't paint anything over it, it'll remain as it is, you just need some white to clear it out.
Just like good and evil.
It's sad.

This post is dedicated to anyone feeling emptiness, even if it's just a little.
Though someone like me can't help you, hopefully I can just make you feel a little bit better.
I can't help because even those who have cleared it, are still busy holding on, and those who are searching for it are still busy fighting it, so you'll definitely cross paths with one of them and fill your cups together.


Peace.
No one is forgotten.
And go blog yourselves.

Patterns (poem)

This poem, can mean many things to people, different perspectives.
So I'll leave the meaning of this poem for you to decide.
Patterns.
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Here breathes the empty rain
Born with richness
Their habit is greediness
Falling, believing it’ll never end

Here sighs the vacant earth
Raised with poorness
Their habit is greediness
Squeezing, believing it is finite

Here dies the sighing wind
Revived with air
Their habit is reasonable
Stealing, restoring order

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Picking up what's been dropped and dropping what's been picked up, and having it done all over again.

I may be putting up my several interpretations on this poem later.

I also really like the name I've given this poem.

Go blog yourselves.

Ending (poem)

This one was a fast one, I used a few old ideas I came up with before.

I'll find out if I like this one after a few days.

Ending.

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So we’re waiting
This waiting is beautiful

So look at everything at what it seems to be

Dullness is glistening us

Silver is ruining this moment
Preserve this gold and embrace reality
Because our fortune is corruption
This treasure is unclean

So look at how everything seemed different
Crumbled like paper

So I’m waiting
This existence is infinite

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This poem is like comedy and tragedy or even the ironies of life, kind of thing.

But I always lean towards the darker side of life, it's more humorous to me.

How some of us can laugh at how bad things are.

But it's strange because some people who have nothing are happier than those who have everything.

So go blog yourselves.

Regret

Sometimes it's worse to apologize.
Better they hate you and think you're heartless than to give them hope.
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I believe and follow in this.
I don't mind being the bad person when I have to, I believe that takes courage.
Because almost everyone would want to be in the clear of whatever misunderstanding or situation they're in or whatever they have done, even if the outcome were to be the same.
I personally think it's being greedy.
But as I said previously (previous post), what's wrong with being greedy?
Contradiction there, but this time it's more about helping letting someone else let go and making things easier for them.
And everyone has their own form of the truth.
So, what's wrong with being a little helpful?

Go blog yourselves.


P.S

I'm sorry for the things I should or shouldn't have done and the things I have and haven't done.
I really am sorry for everything.
Anything small can affect someones life forever and I've done things I truly regret and would love to go up to everyone and personally apologize for what I've done, now and then, I wish I could do say sorry so badly, I really mean it... But that would just make me greedy and make things harder for everyone.
Let me be the bad guy so that only I can carry this burden.
Whether I'm a good or bad person doesn't matter, as long as it's easier for everyone.
Heh, another contradiction eh?
Sometimes it's okay to be a little greedy I guess.
I hope that the discipline in everyone's hearts, including my own, will prevent us from doing further damage.

Time

I'm only waiting to get left behind
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"As mortals, not only are we fragile, but we also have a time limit. The worst thing one can do is hesitate. Every time you do so, you lose precious time. One must be able to act and make choices without a moments hesitation" - Chapel (from Trigun, an anime)

I found this very interesting, and I've followed it to some extent.
Because I've always believed that the best possible choices or what you want is right in front of you or on the tip of your tongue.
Whether it's from buying a t-shirt or even an important decision you have to make in your life.
A lot of you may disagree with this and choose to take your time but we already truly know what we want.
The only problem is letting go with what we have, whether it be a thought, a feeling or even something materialistic.
It is difficult.
That's why sometimes some decisions must be made right then and there.
Because you don't want to get left behind.

So what are you waiting for?
You already know what you want.
The only problem is letting go with what we have.
What's wrong with being greedy sometimes?

So go blog yourselves.

Morning Star (poem)

This one I did awhile back but decided to post it here because I like it.
No other reason, in someway it compliments the poem "tempted to sin" since that one is about the seven deadly sins, let's say this is more about who tempts you.
Truthfully I didn't put that much effort into this poem as well, so it's very basic to me but I think it's nice once in awhile to keep things light.
Here it is...
Morning Star.
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Do you not know what I do?
For you…
I will litter this world with beauty
Dampen your heart with love
Angelize you with jewelry

A contagious spell
You cannot dispel

Let us enjoy, quench our desires
Drink all our sins by the fires
Waver with me, your only friend
Because this will be our bitter end

Come with me where I‘ve fell
The endless abyss called hell

Do you not know who I am?
I am…
The filth between spaces
The thorn in your embraces
The snake behind your graces

I am… Satan

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The reason of the title "morning star" is because it is one of the titles of Satan.

This poem is all about worldly desires and pretty much how Satan fell from God's grace and will just drag you to hell with him.

Though basic and light, to me every line of course must mean something, "a contagious spell, you cannot dispel" should obviously mean the desires we're offered and how easily we can influence others.

Go blog yourselves.

Only human (poem)

This one was something I did really fast. I got the idea and just put it out there, I also decided that I wouldn't edit it because maybe then I'll be able to write my best without editing over and over and God knows how many times til I feel it's right, being a perfectionist when it comes to writing is a good thing but I do want to write a book one day but I don't want to spend too many years on it.
Here's the poem.
Only human.
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Guilt stained hands
Shameful strokes
Only…

Blood stained hands
Murderous grasp
Still…

But only still…
Dirty hands remain
To catch us when we fall

We’re but human

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Idea of the poem is that no one is perfect.

Our concept of perfection is something that we can accept.

So by the end of the day, we're all pretty fucked up.

So go blog yourselves.