THIS
Feeling as one with this unexpected power over all things in this fantasy we call our reality yet not as finished like darkness.Only feeling this power will bring you as one.Not even my eyes will find my way,for they are only images of unknown power inside which lay upon these dreams that are unfinished in this darkness.These eyes are only a door to the unknown of a new power,which is lost in self-destruction of vanishing in this...The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Blood Shed | 1 | 12/10/2010 |
| MY PAIN | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
| BLINK OF AN EYE | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
| A QUOTE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THOUGHTS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| BREAKING WALLS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| TURN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| * UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| * UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| PRESSURE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THIS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| BROKEN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| ETERNITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FALLING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FEAR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| THE MIRROR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| IT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| MY BEAUTY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| REFLECTION | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| PAINFUL THOUGHT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| KNOWING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| NOTHING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| AWAKENING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| FORSAKEN INNOCENCE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
| REALITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
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