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What of the man, who stands before you with nothing: having tragically lost his wife on the backend of life? Now sits in front of his television set harboring thoughts of his children, before they grew up and moved on. Is this man's suffering any greater than the one with empty hands, who has never known such things?
It's a good question, but it seems to me the latter of the two -couldn't possibly know what he's missing.
What of the single mother, down on her luck for a lifetime: now stands before the podium her daughter clad in the cloths of achievement -does her new found pride and glory outweigh the hardships she's faced? I doubt it, but we take all we can get.
These are the people -those truly beautiful people, who know what it means to fight and to do without, to rise and fall and rise again. For they can truly appreciate life, with words like: the world is hopeless, but I love it anyway.
It's a good question, but it seems to me the latter of the two -couldn't possibly know what he's missing.
What of the single mother, down on her luck for a lifetime: now stands before the podium her daughter clad in the cloths of achievement -does her new found pride and glory outweigh the hardships she's faced? I doubt it, but we take all we can get.
These are the people -those truly beautiful people, who know what it means to fight and to do without, to rise and fall and rise again. For they can truly appreciate life, with words like: the world is hopeless, but I love it anyway.
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Your Flaws are Beautiful
Your Flaws are Beautiful
I honestly can't stand you
And your beautiful words,
The way they sing
And flow,
And the way
You just cut into your skin
And let yourself leak out.
You are too perfectly
Imperfect,
Your flaws are beautiful
And oh so real,
And your story is one
That is impossible to tell.
Your story tells itself.
Literature
Ashen Sky-Ch.1 Revised
"I always knew the zombie apocalypse would start in Chicago. I just never thought the zombies would be trying to buy life insurance." Matt Owens chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder to his cubicle-mate.
Tess Abernathy rolled her large blue eyes at him and sighed. "As much as I absolutely adore my job in data-entry here," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I love your amazing ability to come up with the stupidest ideas ever even more."
"Aw, c'mon, Tess!" said Matt, laughing. "Seriously, though. I had to look this guy up 'cause his address was wrong, and the database says he died at an old address about a month ago, but he's ali
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Beauty
There is beauty in sadness;
In pain, in despair;
There is beauty in the tears that we cry.
There is beauty in madness;
In chaos, in confusion;
There is beauty in the voice in our minds.
There is beauty in stillness;
In quiet, in silence;
There is beauty in the words we need not say.
There is beauty in blindness;
In the dark, in void;
There is beauty in the things we'll never know.
There is beauty in lightness;
In laughter, in joy;
There is beauty in each and every smile.
There is beauty in sparseness;
In the empty, in the gaps;
There is beauty when nothing else is there.
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This is a bit of an experiment to see how this thing plays out with no line breaks or poetic form. I just wanted to write it straight up and see what you think. It still may need a bit of clean up, but I hope you enjoy.
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Quite a successful experiment, I'd say.