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particularshard


Name: Pure Thought
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shiny things are known to either rust or get you killed


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“For I say unto you in all sadness of conviction that to think great thoughts you must be heroes as well as idealists. Only when you have worked alone / when you have felt around you are a black gulf of solitude more isolating than that which surrounds the dying man, and in hope and despair have trusted to your own unshaken will / then only can you gain the secret isolated joy of the thinker, who knows that a hundred years after he is dead and forgotten men who have never heard of him will be moving to the measure of his thought / the subtle rapture of postponed power, which the world knows not because it has no external trappings, but which to his prophetic vision is more real than that which commands an army. And if this joy should not be yours, still it is only thus you can know that you have done what lay in you to do / can say that you have lived, and be ready for the end.”
- Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.


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I still can't believe you are gone. Sometimes I forget you are gone, in the some sort of inexplicably naive hopefulness. But Google reminds me of the number of times I've visited your Obituary page. I've read it 13 times. Each read is more cold and more unfulfilling than the last. It reads like a resume. It didn't capture the raw, rough-edged passion that burned through me and through everything. I can still hear your beautifully deep voice in my phone as I lay in bed, my phone getting hot against my cheek, because I've been listening to you for hours.

I still can't believe you are gone. I didn't know until a month after the fact, because when you are in medical school the whole universe conspires to protect/isolate/alienate you from real life. I've been cycling through all five stages of grief on hyperspeed, and it feels like it will never stop.

I still can't believe you are gone. God, I can't stop sobbing. I'd do anything to bring you back. How could you fucking do this to me--to all of us? I know it's not my fault, I hope that you've found peace. I still can't believe that you are gone...
| Posted on 2013-06-07 16:55:28 | by LadyChaos - [ Reply to This ] -
  
i apprecate the post on ''10th circle''the name of the piece actually is a reference to dantes inferno where there was 9 circles of hell.so i guess i was meaning i was somwhere deep in trance,deep in hell...thanx again,ill b sure 2 check out some of your work,maybe u have a suggestive piece to pick apart?

crazy
| Posted on 2007-02-07 13:02:41 | by crazyphreshone - [ Reply to This ] -
  
i dont get on the comp much so sorry for the late reply,but good looks on the comment on the most hated,it was much appreciated...i'll be sure to check out yr stuff soon....thanx....
| Posted on 2006-12-29 00:00:00 | by crazyphreshone - [ Reply to This ] -
  
hey thanks for the comment on "Nevember Angela". i greatly appreciated that. but yeah, love is bittersweet *kicks love in the face*, kinda like nutrisweet.

but yeah with my final poem i'm over it i hope "Thorns and Red".

i'm gonna go through your poetry here in a few.

merry meet and blessed be
Loquacious Mind
| Posted on 2006-08-08 00:00:00 | by Loquacious Mind - [ Reply to This ] -
  
I LOVE ALCOHOL JUST AS BAD AS YOU DO LOL IT GIVES YOU MORE POWER TO WRITE GOOD CUZ THE TRUTH COMES OUT. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ;)
| Posted on 2006-09-22 00:00:00 | by Ani - [ Reply to This ] -



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