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Alaxandar Golden Poem
Light and Darkness,
two opposing forces.
A bold indifference
to the vast array of color
being their sole commonality.
And yet,
there is Gray.
The marriage of these
polar opposites amidst
the spectrum of Light
births a new cavalcade of shades.
These Gray colors reflect
the best of both worlds.
This, as all things do, speaks of life.
From the light Gray joys of laughter
to the dark times of displeasure,
life too is on a boundless spectrum.
Happiness is thought of as a place,
the end of strife and birth of peace.
But the Light of your life
is truly the days forgotten.
The sun was never brighter,
wide smiles made the world a treat,
and it was always
the first bite of chocolate.
The Darkest times of our lives
are often thought to be in grief.
But what time will truly be darker
than our last?
Such is the human condition,
left to play with the pieces remaining.
Dreading all the way that final day,
ever longing for years passed.
It is better to approach the shades
as inquisitor of their teachings.
For all men have feared the Darkness—
and curiosity is the death of fear.
Copyright © Alaxandar Golden | Year Posted 2024
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Alaxandar Golden Poem
What makes me not enough?
It seems I make others happy.
Why is the exception myself?
I champion my successes,
I recognize my strengths,
but inadequate I feel.
When the walls whisper
their song of the self,
it’s not a ballad of awe.
I hear a crooning wail
recount my misgivings,
left begging to forget.
As rational as I can be,
this childish ignorance
grips me tightly.
Despite being mindful,
I seem incapable
of ceasing these thoughts.
Life’s many shackles
bind me to the past,
left to tend to skeletons.
Longing for another chance,
desperate to change fate,
disappointed all the same.
Copyright © Alaxandar Golden | Year Posted 2024
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Alaxandar Golden Poem
It doesn’t matter
that no one can hear you.
Maybe it’s better that way.
Would you be honest
with prying ears?
Leaving no stone unturned,
sharing the darkest note
of your symphony with
a boiling fervor?
Do meaningless minds
alter your self perception?
To hide from oneself
is to vanish altogether.
Given the choice,
one should cry out
before they’ve lost
themselves forever.
Copyright © Alaxandar Golden | Year Posted 2024
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