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RecognitionI know that I've made mistakes
We're not perfect...
I'm aware of what love takes
was it worth it?
Don't pretend I'm only to blame
I accept full responsibility...
But to write this whole fight in my name
is nothing short of a fallacy.
Sure I take the fault for most of it
That is something I can't fake
But I was prepared to never quit
Despite the stakes
I did wrong
For so long
To grow strong
Then returned and
You still want me gone?
Maybe I deserved this fate
But that was before my thinking
Why did we give in to hate?
Are we still sinking?
Time keeps turning
The fire in my
Heart's still burning
Did my learning
On ReturnWake up to the
light on my face
Shining through the clouds
to great me with grace
the darkness it erases.
in every breath
The birds aren't singing
or maybe I'm just deaf
nothing is the way I left it.
I've been asleep for so long.
Things have changed since I've been gone.
But every feeling's still so strong.
And I can't tell who's moved on.
Am I the one who was left behind
Am I at the front of the line
Where am I?
What happened to the feelings
That made this feel so real?
Do I still exist to you?
Are our old dreams worth being pursued?
Can out intentions still be true?
Or am I to be hated for this feud?
Won't you please talk to me
don't call it fate
Don't turn your back on friendship
don't tell me it's too late
Look into my eyes
can't you see how much I've worked to c
Goodbye no Tears to CryWho are we
Why do we believe
In anything at all?
Who am I
In agony to cry
When I take my fall?
Do I deserve
To try again
When I don't
Deserve my friends
I cannot pretend I do
Please don't lie
Don't even try
This was goodbye
And in my eye
No more tears to cry its true
What to say
When on this day
I have lost to my mistakes?
Do you know
Where to go
When your heart completely breaks?
Please Make it go AwayFor so long
I've been so wrong
I'm to blame
for all this pain
Please make it go away.
I have tried
To make it right
Something has died
Please make it go away.
I don't feel worth
on which I stand
not believe how
weak I feel right now
Please make it go away.
Art: A Fallacy?Art: not just something to look at. There is more to art than pictures and prose, by which I mean there is a great deal of logic in even the very concept of art. Take for example some of the most common thought of qualities of art: beauty, fame, and motivation. This is a fallacy, no? Consider this: an artist of any given skill level claims that they don't think their art is beautiful. Many will either dispel this statement and believe it to be a cry for attention or note that it is not uncommon for an artist to feel that their art is under par. People that make a serious response will usually argue in favor of the artist by stating something that could be summed up to "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
This brings us to the next point. People involved in art, be they artists or patrons, seem to generally have similar beliefs in what the motivation should be. Perhaps I say that I am disappointed that my art is not popular. Most will probably tell me something along the lines of "it
In Twisted FaughtThe phone rings but
My voice sings for there
I speak a word that ear
But I still call
I'm pretending that
I'm defending what alone
R3fl3ction Chapter 7
"Ink on a Page"
Derpy couldn't comprehend the feeling that the music always filled her with. It was a sensation unlike any other. The sound of it was palpable, tangible, a physical anomaly that seemed to surround her. It was lifting her up, protecting her from something, from everything. It may have been in the rhythm, or in the actual notes of the melody. It could even have spawned from the very words being sung, but whatever was creating the unusual sensation remained a mystery.
She was never able to see the wreckage of the burning house after the flames had died down. The group that had met her outside the building split up shortly after the fire-squad had begun their efforts to put out the blaze. The brown stallion, Sandman, remained behind with a slightly younger stallion who had a cool-grey coat and black mane, tail, and mustache. A few others from the group also stayed behind, but the faces were too blurred to determine who any others w
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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