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POETRY

Of the Emotions You Induce

Would you submerge into machinery of deathless soul?
Or perhaps dive into the endless depth of sorrow ocean? 
With every feeling, we, as humans, must induce
Our heart would break and merge, 
And mourn with every other truce of our notion

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About

About unresolved feelings of loneliness

The strings of an undecided mind

It portrays both satisfaction and emptiness 

Piercing your heart in a manner


What would a person do…

                       if their life is unfulfilled, 

And tried by fruitless failure? 

Or what would a person do…

                       when their life is drowned by meaningless success, 

making you lose taste of everything around you? 


The emptiness we bring upon us

With such hunger and desire to ruin our inner child

Would they agree? 

                       Thus giving permission for this tasteless destruction

Or would they deny you in action? 

                       Attempting to save themselves

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If There Was None Other

If there was none other, but you

With every breath, I would reach for the sacred 

Every second would mean I chose “truth”

Every glance will repel out the hatred


And thy heart, it was blind,

                                               What’d they say…?

It was chaos fulfilled by emotion

Every moment I’d reach to your kind,

To your truly undoubted devotion


If there was none other, but me

Will you ever rely on concealing….

The once timid and lingering feeling,

Of your lonely but suffering mind? 


And Still,

       there was none other, but you

All your words crumbled, as you saw value

In the shadow of guilt, sat no truth    

And the hateful stares held on barely 


If there was none other, but reason

Would those seconds have meant

                                           nothing for us

Would I break out of chains of your soothing

But of poisoning whispers with trust? 


If there was none other, 

Would others have none?  

With night comes the cold

But the loneliness downs 

Those feelings are cussed, broken into and

                                                                damaged

None other, but I still believes we are one 

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Money and Passion

When you read about money and wealth, 

I indulged all the secrets of passion 

And the thought that was born out of spite 

Held some beauty, and truth as precaution. 

When will we, as a pair grow mature, 

Into frail, yet absolute form? 

And the lesson of life became clear, 

All that burns, becomes timeless in turn 

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