

Verum Meus Animus HabitumWinding restlessly in my melancholy solitude The camera lens becomes my eyes And a voice, my confidant. A mathematical reasoningVerum Meus Animus Habitum
To a poets logic, resigns from the world above. A stream, a river a pool to discover. Sleep in deep dark river A pool of wounded words Wounded heart, a wounded soul? But whats in a soul if not awareness? Swamped from the knees to the lungs, The voice befits a foe The eyes attest nothing of the soul. But whats in a soul if not sin? Breaking gently, breaking lightly Tumbling through and through What


11.28 Sleep TonightExcruciating, from my temporal lobe It travels up to my cranium Then down to my sinuses,11.28 Sleep Tonight
To my throat, then to my chest. Lacerated veins to the very Membrane of my cell almost
To the nuclei
I was enraged. And I couldnt shed a tear Im not feeble But neither was I potent
He laughs Agonizing And I was exasperated I aim, I choose my words. I peer at him with my restlessness And he was mine.
Now theres a hurl in my stomach The acid and the sugar I purge, what Ive consumed Bitte
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I am all that's left. Or maybe, I'm all that ever was. What about you? Do you remember your true name?
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We have become so tolerant, that we tolerate sin. Let us not allow the world of "tolerance" to cloud our judgement...
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-Jaci Rae
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lExpression is the key
Life is the door
Whats on the other side is up to you
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