Lament

Lament
Liz Neal
Pride and arrogance are my traits Lies and misdeeds shadow my face Lost yet confident in my pace, I slip into my tiny grave Pride and arrogance form my shell Within I hide what’s foul and ill I cry “I’m doing well!” And bless my self for the massive bill I cry “Am I doing well?” And bless my self for my mere will Pride and arrogance mask my sorrow Left to the pill of joy I swallow Till it fades away again in the morrow And the hollow is reclaimed by my wailing marrow
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His Peer, Almighty

His Peer, Almighty
Jessica Roux
Your idol, your mentor. A role model, a professor. Most knowledgeable, one to die for. Most righteous, above all soared. A human, yet he is more. Possesses all control, to cast you away, or lore you before. He keeps the gates of Heavens, and to Hell he leaves the door. A human, yet you make him more. He lies, he robs. Mountains of sins he holds—a secret to behold. He ravishes, he kills.
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Awry

Awry
Awry — mhashim6
Sad world. We ought not to change that. It was never our fight. So why are we armed to the teeth, hiding in pits behind the barricades anticipating a tragic victory? Dying world. There’s no stopping that. And we’re to follow. So why are we breaking bones only to cling to the falling crag? Unhappy folk. Accumulated worth. And unhappy still we are. One scout. No sign of Man. No sight of prey.
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Solitude’s Embrace

Solitude's Embrace
Solitude’s Embrace — mhashim6
We fear the dark. We fear loneliness. We can’t hear our own thoughts over the coiling noise surrounding our every stay. There’s not much change to expect when all we do is running aimlessly, blindfolded without aid–We will fade. Our thoughts are no longer rooted to us. Our beliefs come from a collective pool of shared, familiar ideas that did not originate from a thought process, but rather from a distributed knowledge base that is no longer up for amendment or doubt.
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Critical Acclaim

Critical Acclaim
Critical Acclaim — mhashim6
Sought is individuality, charm, and wit. A praise is worth more than gold. Acknowledgement is a grant for correctness and likeability. It’s the company of others that provokes the need for conformity, when uncontrolled or unnoticed, it becomes an unwanted fellowship of convention, a wobbled pacing of thoughts and beliefs. Directed by the lunar tides of society. Some retreat to solitude to see through the gray. Some accept the gray as the only true color for their lives.
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Tongues of Flame

Tongues of Flame
Tongues of Flame — mhashim6
Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom. — J.R.R. Tolkien. What would life be without our words? Why is it that we always talk too much for too long? What is it that we always waste our time talking about? And why do we never watch out for the paramount power our words hold? A word can take a life.
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Belonging

Belonging
The Shipwreck — Claude Joseph Vernet
I see an immortal tree. Breathing throughout the ages. Not counting days. Observing changes. Recording phrases of peoples’ brief phases. In different times and places. I see mankind, divided and shrinking by the minute, and many minutes have passed. Where people would kill each other in the name of what’s most absurd. But I must eat! I see men, drawing lines to claim a piece of land, much like child play.
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Soaring

Soaring
Unknown – Unknown
Whatever the pressure However your pleasure holds you Captive to the treasure – Marko Saaresto Most of us are actually starving, seeking nothing but a warm meal every day. And this is quite the dream! Also, quite a lot can afford more than they themselves can comprehend. Yet it’s often the case that no one would even consider balancing this scale. Giving more than just a very little margin of what we own is considered almost heroic.
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Craftsmanship

Craftsmanship
The Alchemist Discovering Phosphorus — Joseph Wright of Derby
The value of one is often defined by what they do. The output of one’s work is not necessarily what makes it worthy. It is -like many other things- relative; some people consider a certain act heroic, while another group of people would deem it brute and evil. Who has the final word? In the ever-miserable pursuit of illusory perpetual happiness, people can so easily adapt to committing certain actions they’d never do -willingly- if given the chance—just for all types of outcomes.
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Even “Nothing” would be fair

Even “Nothing” would be fair
Burgruine mit zwei kreisenden Adlern — Arnold Böcklin
Justice can be relative; women were burned for witchcraft, and that was perceived by a majority of people as absolute justice. These majority later became a minority, and a new majority introduced a new absolute justice. This happened, is happening, and will continue to the world’s end. Because justice is nothing but pleasing a group of people based on flaky, and fragile rules made by the very same group of people.
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Meek | Of “A” God

Meek | Of “A” God
The Mausoleum — Hubert Robert
Gods are everywhere and exist in various forms, Their definition is no longer what We used to perceive: an omnipotent, most powerful higher form. Now we have human “gods”. Some believe in multiple gods. Yet all these beliefs are for the same reason: Longing for the absolute truth. If a god exists, then their rule is immutable; all creations must submit. There’s no other way. But since we have so many -alleged- gods with contradicting rules and laws, we are far away from absolution.
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To the Roots (Reason)

To the Roots (Reason)
The Valdivian Temperate Forests​ — Neil Burnell
Everyone has their own reasons not to put an end to their lives. These reasons often are why many people actually consider putting an end to their life! Ironic and objectively sad. A marksman that mistakes a shadow for a prey sleeps his evenings with neither arrows nor a supper. Everything that lives refrains from pain. We live our whole lives trying to keep the comfort/discomfort ratio balanced. A “pursuit of happiness” is a façade for an “escape from agony”.
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