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Nostalgia In fairy lands I lived one life,Nostalgia by ~Quantheory
And sweet and colored flowers grew
About my home, and there my wife
Would watch the travelers passing through.
To cities, mountains, somber woods,
Vast oceans, towns, and verdant farms,
The merchants carried fragrant goods,
And soldiers carried sundry arms.
She watched and gardened, sometimes spoke,
One fence apart from winding road.
But to the varied marching folk,
A separate world was our abode.
I wrote and through the window saw
The tales that could be on each face.
With words each afternoon I'd draw
A different world, a fresher place.
Behind the house, enchanted flame
Would light our nights, and w
Words Words are a dangerous daily decision.Words by ~Quantheory
We prefer to pick them with ponderous precision.
What seemed so simple and seemed so safe,
Will change to chess or choose to chafe.
We must mask our motives mixed.
When friends are foes, each phrase is fixed.
Why, telling truth is a treacherous trap,
While guiles and guesses leave guilty gaps.
What causes conversation to command such care?
When shrinking and shirking should be shared,
When love lost is left obsolete,
While relationships are required to remain replete.
I cannot fulfill your agreeable need.
Your own house must feed your forgivable greed.
Love Never Loses When we met, in cautious desperate searches,Love Never Loses by ~Quantheory
the mountains were covered with snowy shields.
We felt for something wonderful and new.
The world had clammed up. It was careful.
We walked together, laughing between budding birches.
One moment contained all our appeals.
Our feints and our desires, how they grew.
No time. The summer: upon us.
Then lazy darkened beds, and our researches
Were all of scents and tastes, touches and feels.
What matter rains that fall and storms that brew?
But winds can knock. Beds last only hours.
Now our cage is silent: empty perches.
Time is vagrant. The last leaf steals
downward. We fought and lo
Unity I see the sprawling city, self-satisfied.Unity by ~Quantheory
A mile away, a student is writing a failing paper.
I hear the waving grass, relaxed.
Ten miles away, a child is crying for her mother.
I feel the warm sun, content.
One hundred miles away, a man is seeking shelter from freezing rain.
I smell the pungent flowers, full.
One thousand miles away, a woman is starving to death.
I feel my healthy body, strong.
Ten thousand miles away, an old man has been shot.
An individual's life
is connected by one million years of love and torment to the human race.
I may have climbed this short mountain,
but all these things are happening to me.
How can I
Optimism 
Sta.sh
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nolonger am i a lone wolf but still, lonlyness creeps up on us