Bright Star Melancholy

Sunday, 18 November 2012

There is no limit to this ever shrinking prison of ours

Posted by Brightstar at 13:20

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There is no limit to this ever shrinking prison of ours
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We came into this world as we leave it, A lonely soul with only a blank canvas in which to paint its colours on, A being who begins a stum...
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I contemplate ending things now. To Force Myself to leave the Conventions of this universe that I call my own. But to no avail can I try t...
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Click Wait Press Whir Exhale Pace And a flurry of taps Click Wait Exhale Pace With an array of clicks Then the tapping parade b...
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They close against those sapphire shards And the coffee begins to call It beckons you with its homely smell And you drink it to keep from...
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" I still don't know how to work out a poem" "A poem needs understanding through the senses- The point of diving in a ...
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How easily you please yourself. Your name might as well be conradiction. Though without malicious intent how you look after yourself is ou...
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Stained like a tea-pressed letter Reminiscence, the enemy Mould appears Guided by the wrong sort of hand And left blowing unattended I...
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Fantasize, memorize and vulgarize this blessed spirit of mine With this negative capability

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