Writing letters of consolation to recount loss
When every breath of failure is just another cross
Dignity gone to die with pride when humanity is its own grave
Seeking to resolve this conundrum, a crisis of faith, I slave
Lost in query of this go between
The flesh is blind as all things seen
Consolations like back handed compliments of comfort for sorrow
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For months I've been trying to write
Trying to keep my pace, trying to fight
Organizing my words...it felt like suffering from a concussion
'Cause in scribbling I see no passion.
For weeks I've been trying to read
Fiction stories I love indeed
Thank you, Lori Brighton
I was able to explore the world in a new dimension.
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A text for her birthday, a text for mine
Long digital letters once every few months
To catch up on how we’re doing.
Wishes for Christmas and the New Year.
Who could guess that she’s the most important person in my life?
If I text her more, will she get tired of me?
Is she… already tired of me?
She says she’s excited to see me. But what if she’s not?
What if she just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings
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Do you suffer loneliness at night?
Keep a hold
Are you stirred, shattered and shy?
Don't let it go
Is there any doubt when the hurt, the hurt it does you proud?
Draw circles round the targets,
Look how far you've came.
With bare feet, keep running
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Clara and Karl
Karl and Clara—
Fools, but paired.
Faithful, hopeful,
Yet impaired.
Building dreams
Through storm and night,
Where dark and hate
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Writing letters of consolation to recount loss
When every breath of failure is just another cross
Dignity gone to die with pride when humanity is its own grave
Seeking to resolve this conundrum, a crisis of faith, I slave
Lost in query of this go between
The flesh is blind as all things seen
Consolations like back handed compliments of comfort for sorrow
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Er zijn momenten
waarop woorden te laat komen.
Waar stilte niet leeg is,
maar vol van betekenis.
Een frons die twijfelt,
ogen die iets zoeken
wat niet uitgesproken wil worden.
Een glimlach,
......
There is a moment
when the question no longer floats
but lands,
heavy and still,
on the floor between us.
What was once a flicker
becomes form-
a shadow that stands
where certainty used to breathe.
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Es gibt einen Moment,
in dem die Frage nicht mehr schwebt,
sondern landet-
schwer und unbewegt
zwischen uns.
Was einst ein Flimmern war,
nimmt Gestalt an-
ein Schatten,
wo einst Gewissheit atmete.
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Het duister hart van de zon,
is een mysterie,verborgen in licht,
een plek waar schaduwen zich verbergen
en de hitte onzichtbaar brandt.
Het is geen zwart,geen wit,
maar een stilte die alles doordringt,
waar tijd zich in cirkels vouwt,
onvermijdelijk,vast in zijn eigen eeuwigheid.
De zon is geen vriend of vijand,
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