in solitude we find
that which brings
a lost dialogue
on the contemplation
of what it means
to be without
the need for admiration
or desire, but to only
feed the things that
never ask to be fed
for what we have
to offer is poison
to them, and when
we try, it brings
forth the inevitable
destruction
in the name of
living a life
that in its very nature
is not a life at all
but a death wrapped
in all our ambitions
I love this long thought. Very thoughful.
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Thank you, Bojana.
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Profound
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Thank you.
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Super true
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Thanks, Jay.
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Your ending is my favorite part.
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Thank you for reading, Chel.
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Wow! The ending hits hard. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Fabulous, River
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Thanks, Rita.
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My pleasure 😊
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Love that closing…”death wrapped in all our ambitions”
Bravo, as usual, River!
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Thank you, Samantha.
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Yes, I’m learning myself that solitude can be a blessing, a way to the soul, perhaps the only way.
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Too much noise out there.
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The inevitable trade off between relationships and the truth of the individual. Very well crafted.
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Thank you, Chris.
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I love the atmosphere this poem creates, very immersive and haunting!
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Thank you, Isha.
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Whoa! What’s crazy is I was literally talking with a friend this afternoon about this very thing! Then I come here and see you’ve written it out in your excellent poetry. I definitely sharing this with them.
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I *am definitely… 🙄
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Thanks, Tara, that’s kind of crazy. Yeah, I think most spend way too much effort on shit that doesn’t really matter. And that includes me.
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I think it’s all of us in one way or another.
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“… feed the things that never asked to be fed… ”
Excellent!
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Thanks. You nailed the line that sums up my entire intent behind this piece.
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Super grim, but nothing I didn’t expect to see from you, and I love it, dude. It’s food for thought. Thank you for it.
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Thanks, friend.
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Made me pause and wonder. The pace of this piece was slow, which allowed me to process every line, making it sink it deeper. The ending was phenomenal. So spot on and awakening.
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Thanks, Sam. I really appreciate it.
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I have been thinking along the same lines – this so beautifully illustrates that feeling.
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Thank you for reading, Kate.
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That’s a great poem. The ending is terrific.
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Thank you, Vinny.
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Powerful
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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The deep thinkers have so much to offer to the world but the people are simply uninterested. They are living lives that can’t be considered as lives at all. Therefore anyone who wants to break down their shallow delusion is unwelcome, he will be perceived as the threat to their fondest dreams and hopes of the flesh that will be consumed by death.
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I can’t imagine anything more painful than the truth.
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Yes, truth hurts.
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It’s interesting to see through your eyes and try to understand what you’re feeling when you write. I’m always looking for myself, apparently (so my writing coach says) in every poem, story — every penned line. We’re all look for pieces of ourselves in each other, I think. I find myself quite often in your words. Thanks for sharing deeply. Every emotion is, in my opinion, sacred and valid. Every person is worthy of reverence — especially you, River. I hope you know that. ♥.
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Thanks, Niki.
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“ Depth wrapped in all our ambitions” … thoughtful and profound. Solitude is a blessing …
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Yes, I believe that it is. Thank you, Tanya.
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My pleasure!
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Death of the Ego? Very nice.
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Thank you!
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