Poems



O The walls are painted with lies!
They shatter upon innocent eyes
,
Revealing the violence deep hidden in art
,
Yet our lonely pleads
, they break apart
No one can hear you in the forest
, when it is dark.
Still be my frozen blood
, O my frozen heart.

Would love keep me warm,
Accept my truth or my reason
?
As I would mean no harm
, loving the demon
Who wear an angels face
Always in a smile
, singing songs with grace.

Thus will empathy and acceptance
,
Lie in my grave
, with a beating heart
Dead in the dependance
, like Descartes.
Forever burning like the sun
,
As my passion for life remains undone.


15/12/2017

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The notion falls upon me, softly and cold as snow dangling, do true love exist? And will we ever know the truth? We might say we do, but how are we sure that it is not a lie wrapped up in the romantic layers of capitalism and hedonism?

Albeit it would be false, and the heart cracks open just to be found filled with emptiness, perhaps it would still be worth the price, for it might be as valuable as life itself for many.

Nevertheless, I enjoy romantic movies immensely, and Pride and Prejudice will forever be one of my favourites, much thanks to Marianellis heavenly piano.

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I don't belong in the world
But that's what it is
Something separates me from other people
Everywhere I turn
There's something blocking my escape

- Lana del Rey, 13 Beaches

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