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At times, I think Pythagoras was playing God
and that his law is that of a universal plan,
Mathematic yet organic, organized, chaotic, all in one,
our failure to see that is the altar and the lamb.

I build my conquests from an inner brink
I've stepped across in pride
I am at times, the emperor of Rome,
the moon, the flux and tide.

And I can stir emotion in my kings
And when I want, my eyes turn darkest black.
My flaws I don't possess, I never own,
Yet my downfall is always what I lack.

My fortuneteller plays the flute, you see
In notes which have no name,
I leave no hostages to fortune,
yet destiny remains the same.

At night, I dream, of unicorns and ghosts,
Of golden dust and vivid light,
But when I wake they're always gone,
and still no radiance in sight.

However, there are horizons
I've yet to see run dry,
And I have nerves and thoughts,
which counter all my sighs.

Remorse has every right to be a word,
but its meaning deserves imprisonment for life,
I've yet to finish my equation, my universal plan,
But I have hope to counter strife.
I never know in what category to put my poems in.
There should be a Literature -> Poetry -> Crazy one :crazy:

Let your minds wander...


self-criticism: The two last stanzas need more work. They sound broken. I have too many Buts and Ands and Yets [makes the poem sound like one long, annoying sentence].


Nu ştiu...
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:iconinspired-by-fire:
Oh my goodness - i just realized this only has 7 faves, that's stupid!!
if i had a subscription i would feature you
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:iconladycrimson:
thank you so much,
your words mean a lot to me
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:iconinspired-by-fire:
I really mean it dear!
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:iconinspired-by-fire:
i am in love with the first verse. i hate maths and think its unpredictable and do i really need to know Pythagoras theorem when i don't plan on being a builder or the such like??
my answer is no.
anyway, lovely piece!
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:iconladycrimson:
You mustn't refuse the things you don't understand or their importance in this world.
I hated studying physics and maths in school. It was never my strong point, but I would love to understand them.

You'll start liking maths as soon as you stop having to memorise formulae, just like you'll start liking the literature they force you to read in school later on in life.
Knowledge is beautiful - all types. It's being forced to learn that's the horrible part.
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:iconinspired-by-fire:
yes definitely, knowledge is beautiful and something I do appreciate...I'm just really over having maths forced down my throat haha something I can't avoid I guess :heart::heart:
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:iconstrike2:
Indeed, the words feel out of place in the last two stanzas.

The feel of the last stanza reminds me of Killer's Lullaby by Faithless:

Unless an escape route is found,
I'm going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So I'm referred back to hell
, huh
Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought
of syringes


The meaning is different (banishing a word for its meaning), but somehow it felt familiar.


There's a world I have haven't yet seen.
But it's my fears that keep me in.
The warm feel of home.
And the cold outside.
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:iconladycrimson:
I love those two verses in italics :heart:
Thank you so much for the comment :hug:
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:iconstrike2:
You're so welcome :blushes:

I've stored all of my memories of a bad relationship in that song.
It seemed fitting.

If you're into deep, moody music, you might want to try Fiona Apple.
(especially the third CD, where everything seems to be going much better).
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:iconladycrimson:
thanks for the recommendation :aww:
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