Extremists Live Melancholy Lives, They Are Always At The Edges. Their Hands Suffocate, Bruises, Blood,

Sometimes, my thoughts tangle me up, is this earth just a war between God and the gods, a battle for who claims the most souls in the end?

But then I tell myself, I’d rather be among those where Jesus is the Son, God is the Father, and the Holy Spirit walks beside me.

That is where I fight to belong.

She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.

We gambol dances that oppose our hearts.

We beam smiles that contradict our feelings.

We walk into roads that tremble our souls

We get to grisps with things our bodies loathe

Our hearts are wrecking and agonizing yet;

we must remember not to weep since tears have been labeled for the weak and we yearn to be counted among the valiants.

I have to realize that

anything I do now

amounts to something greater-

a good sleep,

an understanding that I am human

after all,

a walk through quiet forests.

All these things

are of great help to me,

even when they earn me none

of the dimes

that are often needed

to pull myself out of this abyss.

hey, come on, there is nothing more blissful than crossing the bridge instead of jumping off of it.

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Like in every other pursuit soccer, music, painting, writing or a degree in medicine some succeed while others plummet. Likewise loneliness follows suit some flourish in it others are demolished by it. even when they seem to revel in their solitude. @lifepath25

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Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.

So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.

My prayers, oh God,

seem to be answered

by the devil.

When I prayed to make my momma proud,

she was taken instead.

And when I asked for the voices

inside me to quiet,

they raged,

trying to burn this

little brain of mine,

ordering me to do

things,

things that could drive me insane.

God,

should I pray in an opposite manner now?

Meaning of words.

You said then

that

my love murders

you in a beautiful

way

and that you don't

think of an

existence without

it

so in that i

thought you

would go extinct

upon our failure.

But as time grows

all i have seen is a you

blooming.

Was it a lie ?

and my love

was totally a nothing

to you ?

please

please  tell

me

and tell

the one

murdering you

now

not to highly think

of things for

all of it is

just a jumble of

words.

We have been given this one life, what much can we do with it apart from living as our hearts crave.

We have been given this one life and sadly you can’t live it all within the game of risking yet, confusingly those who risk it at most get out totall liberated.

@lifepath25

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