|There is a gap between words we use to identify all things and feelings and ideas. It is the job of the poet, and of the philosopher, to fill these gaps. The reason we can do so is because we understand that the words are merely the vessel for the beauty found inside of everything. Ideas are true power.
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and then your sins will be washed away
you say that life was yours to lead
while you keep asking others for directions
you want to dress in...
where the earthquake did dwell
we were knotted by its feat,
as if drugged rattlesnakes
brick by brick fell
in a flotsam of concrete
You can spend an evening
among good company and
still go home, close the door,
bursting into tears of loneliness
it happens because
he calls me perfect
but that shit is not true
still his words do sway self-image
perceptive and kind
but utterly blind
and his judgment...
You only have one shot at it. Isn’t that crushing?
You’ll read it over and over before pressing send and you’ll read it a...