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With all that we are our sensory organs, our emotions events locked and trigger our spines and brains
What is consciousness What is life What is reality
Baked goods to better humankind
I dare to accept a glimpse
towards impossibility Done and undone
Eyes waxed into fixed bewilderment of understanding, of faith to help others
I whisper the word of extension the understanding of impermanence Culture, a bl
by ~ephemerallife
why we dieCommunicatewhy we die
the words we want to hear thoughts that cradle us memories we hold so dear
Was I deaf the days my grandparents passed away?
Walked the park and the trees stood silent dropping leaves like pseudotears
Cried to her, understand the moment of my lonely biggest fear
Oh, we are just graceless sloths indulged in time
Like moths and mimes we nickel and dime our way around the dark
The park I circled and circled thinking of just how I could be
A regular person who is scared who talks
by ~ephemerallife
untitled 5Why limit one's passion-sought word with direction and rules when all they need is the cord of infinite imagination which ridicules and befuddle these formalitiesuntitled 5
Treasure fenced in your mind which count each of these fatalities in the image through written word of mankind will leap out of pages and into experiences only without the shackles confronted by rhythm
as if god himself cast upon you holy crosses "How dare you not rhyme thy poem"
Yet, to each their own a man once said To each one's word is their mind's bread
by ~ephemerallife
Untitled StoryChaplet 1 / Draft 2Untitled Story
Tonight was one of the hottest nights Heedbulf had ever dished out. But the heat enveloping the trade post was different this time. An odd weight hung in the splintering air. Infants laid uneasy in their cribs. Dogs began barking wildly. The horses in their stables neighed at an unknown presence.
A shadow slices through the darkness. Melding and weaving itself to the changes of candlelight. Never making a sound. It props itself against an alley wall, which belongs to an active Inn, and stalks a pot-bellied man who is out late this nigh
by ~ephemerallife
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- Current Residence: jersey
- Interests: Poetry, Philosophy, Romance Anime, Steampunk
- Favourite movie: Alien, Donnie Darko, Eternal Sunshine, Bram Stoker's Dracula
- Favourite band or musician: Thrice
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Skin of choice: Classic Winamp
- Favourite cartoon character: Brock Sampson
- Personal Quote: Why's why's why?
- Tools of the Trade: Writing apparatus, dictionary.com, search engine
- AIM: EphemeralLife01
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