Poetry by Samuel George
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Tedious verses from an over-read melancholic hopeless romantic with a dash of dark comedy. All work is my own...unless it says that it isn't.
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evilnol6:

.”Blade Runner” directed by Ridley Scott

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space-ghost:

Peter Paul Rubens. The Fall of the Damned, 1620.

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Peter Paul Rubens. The Fall of the Damned, 1620.

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Jonathan, 55:
There is no such thing as “the only one”. You will meet lots of “the ones”. Only commit when the timing is right for the both of you – that can take years for some, and that’s okay.
Miranda, 24:
Drop pre-med.
Isaac, 48:
Deodorant does not count as a shower, and that haircut only looked good on Bon Jovi.
Anya, 42:
Make the conscious decision to be happy, and then stick with it. Society will do everything in its power to convince you that your personal happiness is dependent on something external – beauty, success, wealth, etc. – it isn’t.
Parker, 55:
60% of the things you think are important now won’t matter a whit to you by the time you reach 50. The trick is to figure out the important 40% and work it.
Megan, 34:
He doesn’t love you, and you will be okay.
Peter, 58:
Don’t let anything stand in your way of taking part (or all) of your junior year abroad. You’ll never again have quite the same opportunity to experience a foreign land, for an extended period of time, in your youth. It is destined to be one of the most memorable aspects of your life.
Eleanor, 67:
Talk less. Listen more.
Donald, 27:
There’s a huge difference between who you want to be and who everyone around you wants you to be. Figure out which is which.
Camille, 56:
Always remember: when falling off a horse, pull your tongue in.
Jackson, 57:
No one knows anything for sure. They’re all just doing the best they can with what they have, just like you.
Vicki, 47:
You’ll never have all the answers, so make every question count.
Donald, 38:
You don’t have to grow up to be the dad you never had.
Katelyn, 30:
Make the most out of college. You will never again be at a place where your only goal is to learn. Learn a lot, learn often, and learn with reckless abandon.
Joshua, 55:
Women love to laugh.
Annabelle, 38:
Drugs are not beautiful, glamorous or opulent. They are not a remedy, a solution, a cure-all, or a cure-anything.
Colin, 50:
You miss so much life when you sleep until 3 PM. Wake up to see sunrises; they are the most stunning of nature’s masterpieces.
Eleanor, 26:
Eating two pints of ice cream won’t make you happy. Neither will sprinting 10 miles. Be nice to yourself.
Aaron, 52:
Don’t forget to ask that girl in the Oberlin library what kind of perfume she’s wearing. You’ll buy it for her in 20 years.
Scarlett, 54:
Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Those that get you will love you, those that don’t, well, their loss. Just remember: Wherever you are, it’s a party.
Zack, 9:
I hope you’re awesome. And be nice to girls.
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The coldest glass surface
Framed
On the other side from me
Is me again
I fiercely defend this shell
Some admire this shell
This hell
I walk through
Numb
Weak
Like a foetus
I barely exist
Just an imitation of life
Stunted
Frozen in time
Watch this space
There is only space
And time
And time again

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Raffaelo Monti, The Veiled Vestal Virgin, 1847
Raffaelo Monti, The Veiled Vestal Virgin, 1847

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deep-dark-fears:

A fear submitted by andthenwemetthelocals for deep-dark-fears.

Well, that gave me chills.
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loqui:

first comes fragility:
early light to the retinas,
followed by the hammer

of inevitable,
of uncontrollable
urge,
of curse.

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"When bankers get together for dinner they discuss Art. When artists get together for dinner they discuss money."
Oscar Wilde
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exitinsistexist:

from Beauty by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro

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It’s a cancer

It’s a tick

It’s an itch

It’s beneath the skin

It’s alien and yet it’s welded to my soul

Each day is another death to me

Sometimes I enjoy it more than anything ever

When I’m closer to creation

When the blinding light comes from within me

I do it because I can’t breathe otherwise

Because if I pause stop give up the hurt gets worse

To do is to pour vinegar upon my wounds

To scratch for just a moment of peace

It weighs me down as much as it drags me forward

Urging me to continue whilst assuring me of my failure 

So what do you do in your ‘spare time’?

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thedustdancestoo:

warmth is the red skin
my lips touch
like a flake of snow
against you
i disappear

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And they come for me
Their hollow echoes
Like a penny in a pipe
Like a light in a well
I’m not well
I can see them from the back of my head
Shadows in my peripheral vision
They taste like metal
They drag me inwardly
An anchor of despair pulling me through the surface of the earth
I feel that I might turn inside out and burn alive in the process
I wish I could cry but tears are a privilege that I’m no longer afforded as my former self slips away
Or am I returning to my natural state?
Skin shed
It’s all the same

But you must stay positive
You must try
You can’t just sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Why do you only focus on the negatives?
You’re lucky you know
You don’t know you’re born

You don’t know I’m dead
And I’ll sit this one out
If it’s all the same to you

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