I can see horror writers, through their work, not physically it’s a unique thing to say. I can see how far you went in to pull your piece out, if you faked it or crafted it without etc. Has a melody, a siren lament, that draws the reader in. There is horror and there is macabre. The difference is, Dracula was crafted by idea versus if I make him, it would be because I met him, shook his hand.
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A poet can live without...but not internally without love.
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It's like money and influence automatically make you marriage material.
Kvg.
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Sad truth is.. when you really know someone intimately, their thoughts, their deepest desires, who they are when no one is looking... Loving them is difficult. Our phones reflect our true identities. And that is why these days a relationship/marriage can end just by checking his/her phone
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Always some regrets, curiosities...always wondering, if only slightly, of road not traveled...life is really too short -- our nature to want to wander where we wonder.
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In tough times, remember that every storm eventually passes, and we emerge stronger than before. Let's keep holding onto hope, for it's the light that guides us through the darkest of nights. Remember, even if you find yourself alone, know that within you lies the strength to endure. You're not alone in your journey, and brighter days are still ahead. Stay strong and keep believing in yourself.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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'True peace must be felt within; any peace externally imposed that leaves turmoil within is not peace at all.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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Without GOD it is nearly..
With GOD it is really.
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Slow learners are not at all dumb actually their are quite the opposite. They are like moths that slowly transforms into magnificent butterflies.
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I think my first introduction to Wise...was when I realized just how little I really know.
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Be emotionally transparent with your own self.
To know..
..........is this where you want to be..........
Switch gears n drive thru the directions you wanna be.
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There are not many who really know the meaning of the word love, but those who do neither try to explain nor force it nor let it speak their language but only its own.
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I have always been excited at the prospect of a woman President and really looked forward to the day that this was a reality. But, I think I am going to pass on this one.... My obligation is to my Country, not my gender...
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Artistry, in what ever form it takes, is the soul singing with pure love to all, that in itself is a beautiful testament of who we really are.
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Envy is fought with astuteness; the slick reason logically, avoiding pitfalls that might entrap them and make them forfeit the scope they fought relentlessly for.
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I was never really myself until I lost everything
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Some, lack the guts, others, don't have the balls, yet the cowardice runs rampant among the GOP, fearing a leader they don't really care for, so they may trespass with power in their congressional halls.
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everyone gets so caught up in afraid of dying. i'm not afraid of death. i really don't even want to live. i only do because i have to. i should. there's dreams i wanted to make true. but i would rather drift into everything, and be one with the world.
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The younger generation are like magnets to any kind of problem. And generally, one problem leads to another. Even if it isn’t a problem, they will make it one so they can get busy trying to solve it
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Music is listened to, yet it listens to you. Music is made to express itself, as well as yourself. Music can't be physically be seen, but so many perspectives can be seen. It is something non-living, but it grows along with me, and I will continue to live with it. Lifelong.
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Never get attached to someone you love. It will ruin you. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
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The life is generally restricted to people around us. Our thoughts, targets, vision every thing is restricted to the boundaries created by our barriers but,
Life isn't about just horizontal axis, look up at the vertical axis.... The sky is the limit.
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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