Defining the way a person interacts with us.
We are remembered,
We make others feel alive.
***
On a Tuesday afternoon,
Snow blinding the world as ice crystallizes on window pane.
Winds carousing through city streets,
A fire crackles as pine suddenly snaps,
In the arms of those we love.
***
Not always for the best.
Kind intent often leading to hollow sobs,
Lying on the shower floor,
After being nonconsenually violated,
Bent and broken beyond belief.
***
The only feelings you can know
Are your own.
The only thoughts you can possess
Are your own.
The only things you can see
What you choose to look at,
What exists,
Is to see yourself.
***
Vividly portrayed on the big screen of your mind,
Writ large as life itself,
Let your experience consume you.
***
Others are damned to the same curse,
Blessed by the same random sense of whimsy,
Fascinated by suffering the cycles continue,
There is nothing else to consider.
***
If it can be done,
Eventually all will be done in time,
As Death brings about uncertain end,
Do as you will.
***
Others will speak
As if they have tongues in your mouth,
Eyes in your head with which to read your mind,
They see the world before them.
You see the world before you.
***
Where do others sit in relation to you?
Why do you sit where you do,
When there are so many other fine benches?
What purpose does your current view serve,
How does that make you feel?
Who are you to care so much and feel so deeply?
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Who are you to care so much and feel so deeply?
How does that make you feel?
What purpose does your current view serve,
When there are so many other fine benches?
Why do you sit where you do,
Where do others sit in relation to you?
***
You see the world before you.
They see the world before them.
Eyes in your head with which to read your mind,
As if they have tongues in your mouth,
Others will speak.
***
Do as you will.
As death brings about uncertain end,
Eventually all will be done in time,
If it can be done,
***
There is nothing else to consider.
Fascinated by suffering the cycles continue,
Blessed by the same random sense of whimsy,
Others are damned to the same curse,
***
Let your experience consume you.
Writ large as life itself,
Vividly portrayed on the big screen of your mind,
***
Is to see yourself.
What exists,
What you choose to look at,
The only things you can see
Are your own.
The only thoughts you can possess
Are you own.
The only feelings you can know
***
Bent and broken beyond belief.
After being nonconsenually violated,
Lying on the shower floor,
Kind intent often leading to hollow sobs,
Not always for the best.
***
We make others feel.
In the arms of those we love,
A fire crackles as pine suddendly snaps,
Winds carousing through city streets,
Snow blinding the world as ice crystallizes on window pane.
On a Tuesday afternoon,
***
We make others feel.
We are remembered,
Defining the way a person interacts with us.
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