The Nature of QuestioningCan anyone answer philosophy? Is it here to tell us something, Or just to amuse us? If it has no answers, then why do we bother? How did Plato know more than anyone, If his knowledge was based on guesses? When we find an answer, It is not philosophy anymore. All these questions can never be answered, That is why they are philosophical themselves. Which is where the purpose of philosophy blooms It is not there to give us answers,The Nature of Questioning
It is there to give us beliefs It is there to give us hopes and dreams A reality of our own, in our minds It is not there to g
Passed MistakesBroken down through this skin This exterior I built up To stop everyone from seeing me Seeing me within me There is nothing anymore The shell of a dusted ghost Reaching out, crying for you This will not happened Ever again But in my dreams I live as I did before With youPassed Mistakes
Just us two In each others arms Laughing until our eyes grow heavy Patterned flowers are all I remember now Lying there Beneath us As we talked about future lives Not knowing, just hoping Just ignorantly fantasizing Only positives came to mind H
Unexplainably TitledConnecting blocks of lyrical bliss The everything and all of big and small Spoken adrenaline is the greatest motivation For through metaphors and imagery of such You can control all real and unreal Every person, every thought and emotion Words conquer more than just swords and hearts He who is capable of putting all thought into language A language with ceaseless words of meanings These could, together, hold our world at the speakers lips Checkmate indeed May I say, that would be beautifully apocalypticUnexplainably Titled
Subconscious SelfEnveloped in an idea of something nice Staring at a mirror that has blinked twice You’re struck heart at the tip of my fingers Yet the distance between us still lingers Picking at the conscious thoughts of us two Trying hard to find my and our way through Thinking of how I’m going to climb out Naws at my fears while I’m digging aboutSubconscious Self
Searching and hoping for some hidden knowns Yet finding nothing but my flesh and bones We both breathe and the two-way glass dims white Now I’m reaching for someone out of sight This inner shift of pain won’t go away Until I see your f
DarknessAs deep as the light of the moon, She sleeps, Sweetly, Peacefully. Don't try to wake her, She doesn't want his help. She doesn't want another day's light. Is he scared of her darkness, What is hidden deep within her mortal soul. Don't dig, Her darkness will do him more harm than she is worth. She never knows the right things to say,Darkness
Why is it that all she says hurts? She cannot sing of anything but the darkness within her, There is no light for her to see. All she thinks, Dark. All she says, Dark. Is she frightened of the darknes
Rain and My WindowRain and My WindowRain and My Window
My head against the glass, as the rain falls upon the pane.
Water runs down leaving itself behind forming a puddle at my window’s base.
A small ocean, alive with gray. Growing larger as I watch The world is bathed in gray as the clouds roll on.
The cool pane against my skin, I watch in wonder.
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A hurting to deject to tame,
A toneless voice i cannot name,
A place that puts you hell to shame,
And thats my mind a wilting flame.
chaos
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I like your new works by the way!
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I know that life is hard
but it's worth breathing.
Thanks for all your comments and the fave and the watch.
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I know that life is hard
but it's worth breathing.
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cao!
I'll have to get on reading some of your work.
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I know that life is hard
but it's worth breathing.
I'll have to get on reading some of your work.
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I know that life is hard
but it's worth breathing.
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