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THOUGHTS OF A YOUNG MAN
Are we all doomed to get a taste of our parents curse?
To become part of the ripple effect and be bruised by it?
Father, do I have no choice but to become a victim of the world and the aggressor of my own home?
Mother, am I destined to carry the weight of a thousand cries after having cried a thousand times?
I ask you both...Who might I be if not your son?
~M~
@fortheeccentric
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.
~W. Somerset Maugham~
@fortheeccentric
ONLY A SOUL
We have promised only our souls to each other,
It souldn't be surprising that I wake up from your nightmares and you daydream of my future,
That you can hear my tears fall and I can feel your heart breaking,
But the outsiders, they look at us in awe and I wonder, "Don't they know?"
"Don't they know that we're tied by the burdens we've exchanged?"
I have built myself into your confessional, and you into mine,
You take my cries and drown them in all the novel ways you find to love me,
And so we have made sadness the neighbor we pretend we can't hear the door knock's of,
You turn 9, 17, 23, 29 and all the ages in-between in days we spend together,
And when the night ends you tell me you often feel like a finely tailored suit,
A Costume made long ago when the world asked of you a man when you were just a boy,
And I tell you that here, in our home, we need no fancy attires,
Some days when the cold comes to visit as it does unfailingly,
I search between the gaps of your words for a sound that triggers a familiar pain,
For a reason to wage war with my weapon pointed at both of us,
For a reason to doubt this too-good thing we've built,
You look at me with recognition,
And you tell me that here, in our home, we don't look for things that don't exist,
We have promised only our souls to each other,
Only our souls....and nothing more.
~M~
@fortheeccentric
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
~Jonathan Safran Foer~
@fortheeccentric
What does it mean to live a good life? What does it mean to live a meaningful one? Does the former imply the later or the later the former? Is there a definition for either and steps on how to get there? Or are these terms arbitrary? Open to the messy playground that is the human mind? Can one’s life be judged through the lens of another and would such judgment hold any weight? Or is it all subjective? Is it all “What’s good or meaningful to me might or might not be to you and it matters not either way”. I guess all this is to ask;
How do we measure the outcome of our existence?
~M~
@fortheeccentric
Is it possible to become your dream?
To somehow catch that decieving ever-distant cloak and wear it?
To finally become the enemy of your weaknesses?
To embody years of hopes and wishes?
To be the person unrecognizably enviable by your present self?
Oh, could we ever?
And will we then be enough?
~M~
@fortheeccentric
Most of us are merely waiting for death; and some of us are hoping it arrives early.
~M~
@fortheeccentic
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You didn't see it today,
While you and I were walking close but untouching,
Our shadows formed under the sun that shined for their service,
They touched and intertwined unhindered by the pull of doubt and pride,
They embraced and kissed till the clouds dismissed them,
Somehow we had made ghosts whose love rose jealousy in my soul,
And so I wondered, my dear, if we would ever live up to them.
~M~
@fottheeccentric
Tonight the memories I have kept in the catacombs of my brain came to life,
Starved for my sorrows they clung to my eyes and fed on my tears,
My guilt...my shame, won't you ever release me?
Won't I ever find peace?
~M~
@fortheeccentric
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