Wabi Sabi: or, beauty in broken things by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Wabi Sabi: or, beauty in broken things
Kali & Shiva, the burning makes anew
the destroyers cast away Evil and Old
for a world made new, I see in you.Standing on the edge, I am only
a visitor to these depths of hell and back
unable to free these lost souls, and demons
of conscience, I come instead to
tell their story to the world
and speak their being and knowing
for multitudesBurned and purified, born again
a thousand times, bleeding every bit
for sins not yours,
sins you do not deserve.I see you stand, molten gold
your center purified, as the greeks believed
through the crucible of heat and evil
and above it all, you rise
showing me the center of something
sacred, secret, and ...
Hot TopicMy life is filled by sad
When I cry I am not glad
When people make fun of me a lot I am madSome days, my soul feels crushed
By an infinite endless abyss
those are the good daysThe only ones who understand me are Linkin Park
and not even my sadness can get expressed
because I don't have enough allowance
To buy clothes at Hot Topic.My woe is forever
I cry for you, Hot Topic
So I can express my inner emo
But my allowance is my executionerMy painful passions push punctual pairs of pain and pleasure through the parts
Of my heaving heavy heart heckled by the hacking hellos of the hateful harlequins
In delicious destruction destined to b...
A Quiet Prayer by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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A Quiet Prayer
to the goddesses and gods
of the still waters and the flowing seas
of the shadows of silent moments
and the contemplations of the sun rise
of the works and the words of the days
and the hours of animals and men
and the clockwork of the world and everything in itForgive us our vanity
for we are but a pinprick on the ocean
a mote in god's eye moving ceaselessly in
microscopy
the world moves eternally under us
and we should show honor and grace to those
and that which are larger and more ancient.Forgive us our humility
for in each is the capacity of the machinery
of creation, warmed, cooled and codified into
an anthill of neverending discover...
Damnatio Memoriae by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Damnatio Memoriae
when the gods catalogue the world
and look down upon creation
remembering for eternity
all the places and people and things
of mortal kind and acts of men
i humbly pray to be forgottenlet my body like a shadow slip between forever
and my pains pass along to the void
may the stirrings of my heart become dust
and the private moments never found
nor ever known to matterlet the silhouette of my goods only
be sustained
and only in the hearts of those who touched
let my sins concentrate
in the pooling of my self
and the ink of failure and evil vanish with me
so my name cannot be spoken
nor venerated nor hated
nor movedwhen the gods shine light u...
Who Is The Architect by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Who Is The Architect
And a thousand empty words lay unread
ten thousand hopes lay unshed and the Architect of Peace lays only Empty Worlds
in which the Silent Clock lays ticking, awaiting. And great virtue will bubble forth from the ground,
and flow upon the earth. and the people will rejoice,
and drink the sweet nectar of tribulation,
but alas, grow only fat and stupid upon it. Fire of the sky rains like a surgeon's blade
purifys, takes anew, remakes, a few
are spared. Hearts cry silently, while the Scorned King sits
upon his Shadowed Throne, abandoned by his people,
still under his Crown. He weeps and curses and waits and fears and hopes. And still the Silen...
perhaps my heart's not brokennot all the way, not yetperhaps it's just runninga bit queerly, a bit unsetmaybe my feelings aren't wrongnot incorrectpossibly I'm just a bit side to sidea round hole a square peg at my bestif you listen closelymy heart, it makes a noise.tick tock tick tockromance is deadbut you're hottock tick tock tickI want unromantic lifebut I want you in it.
Demons Do Not Pray by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Demons Do Not Pray
Demons do not pray
Although they are entitled.For there are beings of light
and servants of other wills.Demons are of the earth and air.
They do not beg nor ask.Sometimes violent, but always pride.
They stand on the shoulders of themselves.For it is too easy to cede the responsibility
And nobly ask for all to be taken away.It is too easy to live the little death
of sublimation of one's own will.Demons would rather stand tall
and fall, but only on their accord.Not lifted up my charity, but fall
And rise up, from the blood and dirt.So at the end, or their eternal beginning
No matter their fateThey may say live or die, bleed or lie
dying, I w...
Once Upon No Further by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Once Upon No Further
Pauper and prince, pariah and priest, first and least.I am despicably mainstream.Once I was all for you
And you and me
But now there's just you
And where does that leave me?Once upon a long ago
I promised you my heart.
I promised no matter where you went
I would always find you.
But now my absence is all you ask.
Forever never lasts.
But were we a lie from the start?What did I mean when I was genuine?
We'd take on the world, us vs them.
But now the only world left
Is one without you in it.I sought soulace in your kiss
But I find no salvation in your words
No truth in your eyes
No hope in your breath
No peace in ending like this.
Do you rem...
Pretend To Like This One by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Pretend To Like This One
I love you, truely, & just to remind you
I got you a token, this flower.
My love is like this flower, vibrant, sweet & alive.
But it wilted, and I yet love you.
My love outlives any flower.
No, my love is like a whole garden,
where moments live & die, but they all
give beauty to the whole.And yet, a garden without care, toil, luck
may die, and all be swept away.
My love cannot be swept away.No, my love is like the sun.
Steady & pure, for all the world to see.
And yet even the golden sun sets, into darkness.
My love burns bright each day and night, for all time.Rather then, my love is like my very heart beat.
As long as I live and draw bre...
Worthy Opponent by JoshuaThePhilosopher, literature
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Worthy Opponent
They told me never trust a man
That strikes
You know, though, I'm not
Sure if it counts
When you ask him to.
Always the first to moveYour weapons strike true andYour steel is so hard
When it's made of wood
Unyielding; I always yield
Each time takes me higher
Away from the fearMy breath catches in my throat
When your confidence presses
So close to me and I know
You would never do anything
Wrong right now because how
Could this be anything but right?I humbly request you don't get
Off my chest because I feel so
Tight, with you
Our bond is often used
To protect me from what I might
Say or do if I could move
Too freely for our tastes.Clouds flo...
We either are growing, or we are counting the days until our demise.The good part is that it's easy to choose to grow, and become more than you are, and better than you've been.
Been on here for years, maybe I should say something.I've got no talent for drawing, nor painting nor any visual art. I enjoy writing, but haven't written anything of remark in quite a long time. I may write a novel, but it's presumptuous to say you've written a book before it's finished. What I really love writing is poetry.Poetry is my vice, my expression. It's a beautiful way to catch the mind, if it cannot attract the eye. Feelings, moments, ideas, all contained within a good poem.I like them and will continue to write them. Not really for fame, although I suppose everyone here wants to be seen in some way. But for gentle criticism and...
Something has attached an attempt at a virus to your note. Anyway. It's suprising and nice to know you actually read the journal haha I kinda forgot it was there, it's the first thing with any substance I've left on the internet for a long time. So basically you've commented upon a piece of my mind Ppl are awfully out of touch with themselves you know...
They really are. But it's interesting after a while to pull back the smoke, and examine what's really under there, on the level where it really matters.