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noneWhen one looks up in love and falls down in tears and begs on her knees that she's dreaming her fearsnone
When a big brute man who can't see past his nose decides the only effect is her friends turn to foes
What is good? What is right? What is wrong? Who cares? a balance is broken when a lover puts on airs.
by ~Catem
SilenceSilence in strange moodsSilence
Can completely overlap a person
In spirit, great things reign
But in stifiling ourselves
We become our own worst enemy
The most terrifying thing
About being human
Would be the monster that is silence
Bearing fangs of misunderstanding
And claws of depression
But to battle monsters
We must be brave
Strong of spirit and will
Or be eaten up inside
by ~Catem
The Stone and the PuddleTo drop a stone in a puddle of muddy waterThe Stone and the Puddle
Does little to enlighten the rest of us
Though it does make the puddle more full.
But what can a puddle do with a stone
Other than exist around it?
When next it rains, I, as a puddle
Will be clear
So that I may reflect my depths to the sky
And in doing so, become the stone and the sky
And the water and the world
Just as it shall come together in me.
by ~Catem
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