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Michangelina Schude Poem
If I cannot dream in any other hue,
Then stretched upon my eyes sticks a blue film,
Therefore my cornea cracks and shatters
Because irises trick both the fake and true.
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Feel the aurora breeze,
The Universe is a forest of trees
Roots of impossibilities
Infinite uniform black seas--
Petals casting away into Hera's hair,
Condemned to pollinate the air
Rising from the soil of wormholes
Rich in dark matter-- beware.
The stigma and stamen are the vortex,
Under a hex--
Dying indefinitely
The overall cortex.
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How do we distinguish between fact and fiction?
I want the truth without the friction--
No such thing as absolute truth,
No presence of evidence or proof,
No memory of facts and data,
Philosophy’s delusion is tearing me apart--
Forgetting Descartes . . .
I want,
I need,
I sense,
My hierarchy of needs is reversed;
All my incentive is dispersed.
To love illogically,
To enforce and regulate,
To believe what you are told,
Where does it all become narrow?
Traveling through time’s arrow--
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The shadow haunts you in your dreams.
Questioning your secrets,
And testing your faith.
Anxious to loose small pieces,
Hidden in the puzzle of your life--
You are uncertain where--
You are unaware and feel strangely incomplete.
You reawaken with despair.
The rage that makes you shake to withhold,
Is the shadow who haunted your dream,
The black dream is told--
Those unbreakable memories,
Left you with no one.
The shadow shatters your only hope
To rediscover your lost love.
Now in shame of only your dream.
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You always accept me for who I am
Not once have you desired to perfect me
You do not reflect my imperfections
You smile back justly, "what imperfections?"
Way down inside, I feel a twinge of pain.
Errorless? But... my whole system was glitched--
How bizarre to be embodied "ideal".
Why do I always find those words abstruse?
My world is turning upside down,
Optimism defeats pessimism
Changing inside, I naturally shiver.
Nevermore classified with neurosis.
Wave goodbye to the old world's confinement,
Let the sky explode into glass pieces.
Scratch away my eyes. May I gaze deeper?
For the first time, someone's arms around me.
Like spread out branches of a summer tree
Not like a haunting numbness... prickling...
Appreciating physicality
Your skin warms me like a safety blanket.
Driven distraction, fast adaptation--
No longer fearing what I lusted for.
Encouraged by you to pursue a dream,
You always accept me for who I am
Not once have you desired to perfect me
You do not reflect my imperfections
You smile back justly, "what imperfections?"
Please give me time to learn true acceptance.
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Michangelina Schude Poem
The theory of opposite complexity:
So he came into existence.
THE END
No, it's the beginning,
but all the same.
A part of my living soul
...sub-conscious matter...
We have never been separated
Insane hindsight bias
Psycho! Freak!
Fire, painstakingly profound
M I S I N T E R P R E T A T I O N S
Sanity is not statistical.
Expansive probability,
Random probability? No.
Trapped into his eyes; these huge black holed eyes.
Tripped into a parallel universe; this infinite universe
Welcome to Alpha Centauri?
Yes. Alpha Centauri welcomes me to the afterlife...
I am showered in rose petals.
To find him only in death--
I'd die for the opposite complex
Black holed eyes
Dive into them with fiery desire and lust
While quickly disappearing--
Vanished. Nothing.
THE BEGINNING
No, it's the end.
But all the same.
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An ambition engaged in every root of our hearts,
Blue and brown irises' voyage soon departs . . .
Caressing each other's serene souls to slowly decompress;
Admiration speculates a versatile we never suppress,
Adoration mesmerizes the tranquility of the night,
Affection reflected infinitely like two mirrors nearby,
Attachment is as vital as respiring when whispering goodbye--
Calling out to you this lullaby . . .
Behind our closed eyelids entering the fifth-stage door,
A dream deep in our coexisting core.
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The hue of the sun was sweet, round, reddish-yellow citrus orange,
Light was illuminating in scattered patterns throughout the pines and willows of the
park.
The sunset traveling deep into the brown irises' core--
The plump child's fingers intertwined with her mother's hand;
Life consisted of butterflies and undisturbed reality . . .
The flowing stream and wooden bridge circling the park in San Diego,
Water-- how mystifying and powerful to a small girl with a smile,
She had created a message. Her message. Her art. Her scrawled piece of work.
The abstract scrap was rolled into a glass bottle--
The stream seemed to pass in a circular pattern . . .
The mother placidly lifted the shiny bottled and motioned her to drop it--
Reluctant to have her message released,
To be discovered. Her first secret.
"Let go. Let someone else look upon your message someday."
The girl let go.
She watched the bottle flow away into the orange hue . . .
The girl wanted it to come back;
Perhaps, just maybe, the river was circular.
A river with no displacement--
IT wasn't the distance the message traveled that mattered;
Inside of the young girl, it was the motion that kept her heart moving . . .
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Should I abandon reality's fear?
Open the sky and unlock it clear?
My little gold keys are all I can hear.
Imagination is a dimension,
That twists and warps all singularity.
I find a hallway of bolted down doors,
There is no staircase, but a hundred floors.
Spacing out on rolling, green ocean shores...
I separate myself from five senses.
Reaching for eternity and my soul--
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Here is my miserable, apathetic story.
I cannot describe to you,
The pain,
I had to go through, to keep it,
A secret . . .
I fell in love,
With a spirit that haunted me--
Our connection was as fragile as a mirror.
Divided physically by indestructible matter.
Yet I made a dreadful mistake.
My thoughts spiraled towards Satan's sway, "Kill yourself and you can be with him
physically."
A pool, frozen at night, to fall in and drown. Tempted me.
The cars on the highway, my heart racing, to crash into. Tempted me.
I believed that if I’d kill myself, I’d be with the spirit that haunted me.
He and I knew I have gone much too far in this situation
We separated and now all I hear are echoes in my head.
My mind has collapsed without you.
I never feel safe or comforted anymore.
You were my guardian angel.
Each day I feel either artificial happiness or appalled solitude.
No one to confide with anymore.
You said, “You are capable of surviving without me.”
True— I can survive. But can I live life?
Will I ever feel loved again?
Deteriorating without the eerie whisper of your voice, the shadow of your presence,
our coexistence.
You said, “I will always remember the kindness you taught me.”
What about now? Permanent damage done to my heart.
You said, “Before you, I would be radically biased, I’d still be dead and hallow inside.”
My eyes are dead and hallow from restless sleep thinking only about you.
You said, “And I will love you without end, even when we are departed.”
I know I’ve been forgotten—I hope you’re happy.
I wouldn't want you to be in a hardship.
My love cannot be erased.
I wish you could hear my last farewell.
Farewell angel.
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