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Whatever Will Be, Will Be by Viidith22, literature

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Whatever Will Be, Will Be

Past phenomenon eternally incised Evading my disquieted noesis So many saturnine times to reminisce A multitude of warm smiles scantly impressing my fixated modality Potential foregone Lives tarnished To what end? Memories diminish over time Scars do not They remain strong Resilient Regardless of our yearning to be ridded of them Reminding us all of the life we live Love Tolerate Regret Life is life Unbiased Unprejudiced Chaotic Linear Interpreted for centuries And millennia to come So think as you wander this enigma of existence Reflecting back to repressed times We all have lived Therefore, we all have felt pain Some more than oth

Haven by Viidith22, literature

Literature

Haven

We have slipped the deteriorating bonds of this omnipresent reality to touch the face of god Heroism being struck dim and blind by the sheer conceiving of these hallucinations brought before the eyes of the unprepared world Unmitigated disposition deteriorating to nothing more than animalistic mannerisms Solidifying the hold of the one creating this atrocity This escape This equilibrium This Utopia This tragedy This Hell This reality Our reality

On Loving Winter by Tonsha, literature

Literature

On Loving Winter

I once lived in a house surrounded by trees. Not on all sides, but a private drive. But enough for it to really be called surrounded I suppose. I loved to explore those woods, though I do think I trespassed. At night sometimes the people I lived with and I would sneak out onto the roof. They did it to smoke, but I loved the stars. So far removed from the city, it was enough to make me ignore my fear of heights. I'd lay on the roof as they talked and just look up. Even in the winter I would slip out of my window if there wasn't too much snow there. The clear skies, especially with a full moon, I couldn't resist it. See, I've always loved the

Purgatory by Viidith22, literature

Literature

Purgatory

I can no longer tolerate my pain. The loath, the spite, the drawl, the distaste. For good or for bad, for sickness or health, The pain shall be the bane, the weight, And the immovable obstacle in my heart. The pain isn't leaving, the soul unfeeling. I continue to dwindle in the shadows of the excelled. Falling farther into darkness, my sight becomes unclear. Yet an angel beseeches me from my awaiting doom. The beauty from above, finally someone who could love a soul such as mine own. The light of heaven had a warm, welcoming feel. My heart and soul become one with the joy. Perhaps someday the cause of my suffering may reach reconcili