Sestina of Death

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We fear death
And loathe pain.
Why is it that we
only seem to see
the beauty
in life and living?

It IS true that by living
we get to meet death
in all its beauty
promises of no pain;
no more suffering to see
for all who embrace it. Yet we
live in fear of destiny when we
should be fearful of living,
for it is through living eyes we see
the struggle of life before death.
See that every breath means pain
and that life is no beauty.

Life is a witch; far from a beauty
queen. One of the ugliest things we
must witness. For the pain
that one experiences while living
will make any being beg for death
and the opportunity to see
different from what we seem to see.
A chance to behold the beauty
and tranquility of death.
To get the peace that we
deserve. And escape from living
in never-ending pain.

Blood, tears, and pain
are all we seem to see.
The curse of the living
who find beauty
in life when really we
should see
the dignity in death.

 

By Veronica Q

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Ego Death

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The black walls of an unlit room collapse confining the shapeless shadow blob to an ambient motionless and static void. A boxed in singularity where all change is impossible and all possibilities are contained within six ever shrinking walls. The conscious collapse of physical thought and transcendence to the next plain promote philosophical growth and the death of the ego. Identity ceases to be and the shade based existence of any remaining individuality consumes all shreds left behind.

  

By Amber Black

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The Meaning of Love

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Love is energy that flows effortlessly through creatures of the Universe. Love is in the view of hue-mans who dares to see it. Love isn't tumbling effortlessly down a rabbit’s hole of uncertainty. One must stand in Love, not fall aimlessly out of fear. Love is the effortless desire to stand in agreement for all things positive, in a world plagued with many facets of negativity. Love is a cool drink of water, on a hot summer day. Love is the raindrops trickling down the leaves on a sycamore tree. Love is me, and should be you. Love is the color Blue so intricately woven in a rug that is used for wiping the bottoms of shoes. Love is the reflection of me that I see in you.

 

By La'Tonya Page-Balkcom

 

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Against Sanity

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The war is internal. It’s the two of them standing on a platform of neutrality. They watch sides collide, collapse and compose over and over. The plan is to run away. What they want is to escape the cycle, but it’s a hole, a trap. The more they claw themselves out the more the hole crumbles sending them deeper in.

The fight is to maintain sanity all the while stumbling in and out of the hole. Out of the broken reality. The only hope is that there is an end to the battle. As the hole gradually crumbles it slopes and creates a tradable hill, a path easy to traverse. Before long the resistance gives way and they get where they want to go. Just the two of them.

Persistence wins the war.

 

By Seth McAllister

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