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There is no logic to love
No science to feelings
No remedy for a broken heart
No cure for a broken spirit
When ashes remain
When all is lost
Then what?
Will we be able to carry on?
Will our crosses be too heavy?
Will we falter and fall?
Can we carry on without our hearts?
We will falter
We will fall
But will we pick ourselves up?
When we have lost ourselves in each other
What remains?
When we have broken each others spirits
When we have broken each others faith
When we have broken each others hearts
When this sacred thing called love is lost
Will we be able to carry on?
Will we be able to pick ourselves out of the slum we hide in?
Out of the anger?
Out of the depression?
The depression that wraps its tentacles around all that we have left.
That squeezes what little life is left out of that small glimmer of hope.
Till we are left shells of what we once were
Incomplete beings with no reason to live
We bet on each other and lost
We were all in and now we have nothing left
Carry on my forgotten lover
Your memory lingers still
No science to feelings
No remedy for a broken heart
No cure for a broken spirit
When ashes remain
When all is lost
Then what?
Will we be able to carry on?
Will our crosses be too heavy?
Will we falter and fall?
Can we carry on without our hearts?
We will falter
We will fall
But will we pick ourselves up?
When we have lost ourselves in each other
What remains?
When we have broken each others spirits
When we have broken each others faith
When we have broken each others hearts
When this sacred thing called love is lost
Will we be able to carry on?
Will we be able to pick ourselves out of the slum we hide in?
Out of the anger?
Out of the depression?
The depression that wraps its tentacles around all that we have left.
That squeezes what little life is left out of that small glimmer of hope.
Till we are left shells of what we once were
Incomplete beings with no reason to live
We bet on each other and lost
We were all in and now we have nothing left
Carry on my forgotten lover
Your memory lingers still
Literature
The Cycle, Pt. 1
A bright orbit starts the day,
Slowly opening my eyes from The Bed,
After a night of sleep and comfort.
Too much comfort.
Because I don't leave The Bed right away
(Like I know I should)
To start the day.
Time ticks but eventually I rise,
Accepting the loss of newfound comfort with
The Fan and The Blanket and The Pillow.
So I proceed to The Shower,
Different way of feeling cool than The Bed.
And yet here, I'm warmer and accept it.
Too much acceptance.
Because I don't leave The Shower right away,
(Like I know I should)
Already cleansed for the day.
Time ticks but eventually I step out,
Accepting the loss of newfound comfort with
The Warm and
Literature
Kye's Story. Part One.
The trees were dripping wet, and the grass cvered in beads of dew. The sky was almost clear now, the calm after the storm. The sparrows and other birds had yet to come out, but Kye knew this storm was done. She knew this because she could hear snakes starting to slither in the grass, something they wouldn't do if they could sense the storm was lingering.nNot in the part of the forest anyway. Not that safety was a big concern for the young pup. She would dance in the worst thundeerstorms you could only think of, those of which writers can only write about, that storm chasers could only dream of encountering. But here these storms come often an
Literature
Story
"Story"
Can you tell me the story?
I know it doesn't have a beginning
and you never mentioned an end
but I can't really believe
that there
ever was a playful middle
when the other two ends of that
long and heavy rope
could have been pulled taut.
I mean, really
the smell of foreign food
wafts through the window every night
how can you expect me to sleep
when there is that exotic tang
right in front of
my nose
just far enough where you pull me by a string
and I can step into a world where
everything is not the same.
Second person stories are not the same
you've got to be there
to feel there
to live there
to know there
you've got to smell t
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