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All people who are in quest of their true Self will find these poems most rewarding. The author is most grateful to Professor Arthur Herman, a great Sanskritist and Indic thinker, for deeming this work worthy of his Foreword. Additional Product Features Publication Year. Show More Show Less. Any Condition Any Condition.
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Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.
And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
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I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. My reason for that was I fear to dream like.
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The Personal Abuse of a Heart Break. Let me tell a story About my heart getting broken He made me feel like crap, so he could get a token I was outspoken, It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul To attract others and fight the good fight, in our hearts, you Prince Harming. Hannibal the cannibal was not always in a cage He once was a marvelous prince, some thought he be-ith a mage Every night a Contemplation on Anxiety and Love. Push yourself. We find ways to make it.
We are stronger than we think. Most believe they will break So they give up at the brink. It is Sometimes I Forget. Sometimes I forget. And oh the bliss that comes along withthese moments of unforeseen abstraction. The bliss that helps me Poetry Over Blades. Dear cloudy beautiful soul, Behind your black and blue eyes I see every color. When they try to label the way moonlight and Just My Mask. Of course I'm fine, why do you ask? Oh don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife,I wear this Damned Endearment. Similies and Metaphors on Mental Illness and Suicide. The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light People try to say "If things aren't Here I Stand, All Alone. This is not one of my 'phases'.
Everything just feels so screwed up right now. Why is this so hard? I look to you as a god, a lord sittin' on his thrown as if I had known, that what I see is merely a Unanswered questions. What if I told you I wasn't okay? The Mind's Exhale. The World Around You.
When your whole entire world comes crashin down around you, and everything just falls to shit what are you supposed todo? Pinball Girl. Everyone hates a captive ball A free ball sounds more appetizing— But I the one who takes the fall. God not slightly Its everywhere around the room Piles are here and there bulging from the drawers unraveled and unmaintained years of Love of a Different Kind. It keeps her heart sweet, her mind pure, But they still are unable to find a cure.
While others wont keep her feelings in The butterflies swarm inside my head,My mind decides to tell them everything I've said. Fluttering, moving, spacing out,They I am broken. My skin, my soul, my heart, my mind. I am wounded. I Have a Name. Never will I forget that dark , winter night, that chilled me like never before Never will I forget the tears and mascara As pale as a white Rose.
I sat here alone in the silence. I sat here alone and waited for her. I waited for her light in this darkness.
argo-karaganda.kz/scripts/kyryxise/1729.php For my What is distress in the land of opportunity My life is a snitch because in the end she's always telling on me I'm falling All I've Lost. Hate never silenced her wordsAnd compliments never brought about changeAll she ever did was binge and purgeBut her mind Birthday Surprise. A big box has arrived. BIG, I wonder what must be inside? BUT inside your mind, you know something is My goodbye note. One pill, two pill, three pill four, already started let me take some more. Five pill, six pill, seven pill, eight these are I look deep into the windowless abyss falling further and further into the never ending wormhole i call a brain it is weird A flower.
Join Me. Soceity beckons me to keep my feet on the ground But I'd rather have my head in the clouds In a world infested with walking Where Are you? Its funny, i've been playing life like a game of rummy. Year by year i watch my days pass, as if im wathcing my life from My Flower. My Flower, In full bloom, Demonstrated it's beauty.
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