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Rest softly now, for only angel arms
Embrace thee,– soft pinions bear thee away;
Quit from quarrels, cruelties, pain by day,
Unkindness, struggle, human strife, and harm.
I see thy shining furrow, silver star,
E’er lingering yet on the midnight sky:
Sublime beside the lowly and the high;
Crowned with thy voice, which moves me from afar.
All things must go,– but wherefore soon, so soon?
That all the days that thou hast yet to see,
In one monstrous moment wrenched, torn from thee!–
No more… senseless and cruel… and far too soon…
Peace enfold thee, e’er more,– for this I pray
Although cold grief seizes the wounded heart,
Cloys in the throat,– I cannot bear to part
E’en as thou movest far and far away.
Canst the love that thou hast giv’n voice, thy songs,
Hold me from this deep abysm of tears?–
Repair this heart so it may bear the years
It must now suffer shorn of thee, and long?
Songbird, nightingale, silver star… thou art
The muse that made the darkened day seem bright…
I cannot bear to move without thy light,–
Nor seek to pass beyond the grieving heart.
A shining furrow glimmers… and grows drear.
Grim is morrow without thee to greet.
Rancorous is the dawn that once seemed sweet.
I know this world is less without thee here.
Muse and music-maker, sleep evermore!
Me only grief enfolds,– I cannot cease…
I pray that thou, Christina, rest in peace
E’en though thy voice still echoes on this nearer shore.
Embrace thee,– soft pinions bear thee away;
Quit from quarrels, cruelties, pain by day,
Unkindness, struggle, human strife, and harm.
I see thy shining furrow, silver star,
E’er lingering yet on the midnight sky:
Sublime beside the lowly and the high;
Crowned with thy voice, which moves me from afar.
All things must go,– but wherefore soon, so soon?
That all the days that thou hast yet to see,
In one monstrous moment wrenched, torn from thee!–
No more… senseless and cruel… and far too soon…
Peace enfold thee, e’er more,– for this I pray
Although cold grief seizes the wounded heart,
Cloys in the throat,– I cannot bear to part
E’en as thou movest far and far away.
Canst the love that thou hast giv’n voice, thy songs,
Hold me from this deep abysm of tears?–
Repair this heart so it may bear the years
It must now suffer shorn of thee, and long?
Songbird, nightingale, silver star… thou art
The muse that made the darkened day seem bright…
I cannot bear to move without thy light,–
Nor seek to pass beyond the grieving heart.
A shining furrow glimmers… and grows drear.
Grim is morrow without thee to greet.
Rancorous is the dawn that once seemed sweet.
I know this world is less without thee here.
Muse and music-maker, sleep evermore!
Me only grief enfolds,– I cannot cease…
I pray that thou, Christina, rest in peace
E’en though thy voice still echoes on this nearer shore.
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The Sins of The Father
I’m the sum of all my fathers
But I won’t carry all their sins
The seed of life is precious
But blown away by gentle winds
Bad that’s happened in the past
Cannot be blamed today
For those who came before us
Have left their mark but gone away
We may inherit family features
And some traits just carry on
But we are all individuals who
Need to know that we belong
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What Are You Doing Here?
Accept that the world is dying
Accept that you only exist for the benefit of others
Accept that you will never know happiness
Accept that you will always be alone
Accept that you will always want more
Accept that you will never deserve more
Accept that you will never be good enough
Accept that those you love will leave you
Accept
Accept
Accept
That you are an inconsequential speck of dust
In a vast and unending universe
And if you don't shape your own meaning
In your fragile finite life
Then what the fuck are you even doing here?
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Clandestine - Infinity Blade
He sees memories that are not his. He knows what everything is – ground, water, sky – but he does not understand. He knows but has no experience. It would be unsettling, he assumes, if he could clarify the position he is in. But he cannot.
Jerking his head left and right, he feels the energy within his core, pulsating to sustain his sleek metal body, and a stream of flexing electricity churns from the glowing filaments connected from the deadminds to his nape. He is alive. Of course, technically speaking, he has no life, but if the cardio-electromagnet were a heart, he is certain he could be classified as alive.
The darkness of
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There is a moment of horror when you read the news are realize someone you know,- however distantly,- has been shot. I saw the headlines on google only about an hour after they came up. I spent the next hour constantly refreshing the page in the hopes that some good news would materialize.
They did not.
I am 24. Ms. Grimmie was 2 years my junior. I first saw her in her video with Sam Tsui and Kurt Hugo Schneider, 'Just a Dream', and have spent the subsequent years occasionally listening to her. That video came out in 2010. WHat that amounts to is that her music has been a presence within a sixth of my life at this moment. In a way, it's like knowing someone rather distantly who has grown up with you. To suddenly hear that she had passed away due to her injuries,- it creates a certain coldness in the heart that is almost indescribable.
2 years my junior... I realize people say that you are an adult when you reach the age of 18,- or 21 in certain countries,- but to have died in so violent and sudden a manner; to have one's dream cut so short while it was in the ascendant; to have one's life ended before it had really and truly begun...
And of her family,- what parent should ever have to bury their daughter?
It is all monstrous in a way that I have trouble describing.
I am not a religious person, but if e'er there was a place for the blameless and the good, I can only hope that she's found her place there.
They did not.
I am 24. Ms. Grimmie was 2 years my junior. I first saw her in her video with Sam Tsui and Kurt Hugo Schneider, 'Just a Dream', and have spent the subsequent years occasionally listening to her. That video came out in 2010. WHat that amounts to is that her music has been a presence within a sixth of my life at this moment. In a way, it's like knowing someone rather distantly who has grown up with you. To suddenly hear that she had passed away due to her injuries,- it creates a certain coldness in the heart that is almost indescribable.
2 years my junior... I realize people say that you are an adult when you reach the age of 18,- or 21 in certain countries,- but to have died in so violent and sudden a manner; to have one's dream cut so short while it was in the ascendant; to have one's life ended before it had really and truly begun...
And of her family,- what parent should ever have to bury their daughter?
It is all monstrous in a way that I have trouble describing.
I am not a religious person, but if e'er there was a place for the blameless and the good, I can only hope that she's found her place there.
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This was beautiful. May Christina rest in peace.