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FC: Found Again

1: Preface Whether it be the desk at 4a.m., the dinner table, traveling (in any sense), furthering oneself with a hobby, or simply out with friends, it is experiential happiness where our thoughts and adventures begin. A true happiness derived from experience as a subject is dense. But the main idea here is that; Ideas flow with experience and life, no matter who you are. Flow comes and goes, much as life does. The key is to grasp it when it's there, because moments of clarity and philosophical greatness come at important times. Motivation to find these moments is what drives us. For in these hours of clarity; our greatest accomplishments are found. At times our woes and wails are discovered but we must grow as human beings. So chase these moments with vigor and always question reality.

2: Industrial Coating Collars suppressed to fine powder Blue and white- Pressing crowds turn. Seething stops at its height. Dust has settled She has meddled

3: Heightened Sense The foundations of what I believe to be true have been shaken. Emotions of what I conceive have been taken- Voices emerge from places unknown to my soul. The void in my stomach an unquenchable toll- Perhaps my senses are snared, I cannot help but feel impaired. A tear runs down, absorbed into the pores of my, defaced face- I cannot help but pace, as my heart begins its utmost race. My beliefs are the foundations of my ruin, Leaving my thoughts stained and strewn. But supreme idea wisps and strains at the four corners of my brain. Was all in vain?

4: A Sight for Shade She shone as the sun might. Luminescence at it's peak. A sense of light so bright, Eyes illuminated till weak- A sight too much for Shade, his bleak plight left him useless. Blinding fight had been paid, Yet find him without her, museless.

5: View As the fogs of life roll in past the blood-filled waves. Clouds feather the simple senses of my expressions. I find myself shrouded by a wave of questions in pressing haze. But whilst some see the gray mist in dank darkness. I see the wispy cloud of legacy.

6: Nature's picture hints Sprouting for spring sapling~ Begins the cycle | Shining warm, glowing Pristine the creations are~ Fighting for their lives | Near end of full bloom We see last day of Sun's peak An ending begins | Cold nears its end of Reign; final storms leave their marks Repetition near

7: Simple Instinct As the seething crowds compress, Crows black as night rush in process. The interpretations of tenses. Unable to decipher with my deceived senses. An ability to feel, Is as probable as seeing the color teal. Yet among this heaving mass We are struck through the looking glass. Mirror mirror on the wall? who's the most primal of them all?

8: More Those who live amidst natures perfect stasis; Live far greater than we. We are left surrounded by clouds of pollution, creating a shameful illusion for all. | Where shreds of green dignity equal happiness and social wealth has become greater than moral. Values are nothing but tears on our pressed sweaters. We never dream. Beautiful places,golden palaces, irreplaceable holds in the depths of time. Nevermore~ | do people lose themselves? I lust for such adventure. Where dreams become reality. Finally I can get lost, and wake up, wanting more.

10: Named I At what moment will I know? Where have I seen this place? When will it show? The wall I face. An image keeps my goal from view, or is it a cage? Maybe it's new? It doesn't feel right. There it is again; White Blindness. That bright light, leaving me hopeless. And in my cloud... | I must save my mind. Finally I can be proud, For I have broken the bind... These chains~ These bound brains~ These found feigns~ Are naught but pains.

11: Tired Containment Hours of "life" So much spent A feeling of strife I've had enough of it Stop Another hit Reaching for the top I fall Given up Or one last call I'm left with empty cup All I can be is tired Lying here As "life" points and says "you're fired."

12: Bleeding Effects Greedy effigies, Preening their own sects Working common man into breaking backs~ Falling finally, flow future perfect. Thoughts found in ground, irreparable cracks. | Rushed and shoved, out. Inevitable flow. Growing wounds reap successful massacre~ Captured in moment, life is never slow. Bleeding backs counted by greedy masters. Effecting our flow, ideas turned down. Unable to peel ourselves off the ground.

13: Fireworks A thousand shooting stars. Against my black sky. A lonely speck, Turns into a flurry of beauty~ My twilight is singed, and all seems gray. But her ocean breeze clears the air. Finally I know it's true as she creates a firework show. In the depths of my night.

14: Home Time stops as my heart drops- A final blink leaves me with a wink, Childlike feelings make smiles pop as my cheeks turn pink- Up again I soar! encouraged by homely light. I can never feel poor no matter how lonely I might, Sinks again into the sea Allowing me to be.

15: An apple a day will keep the Dr. away. Then what will two do?

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  • By: Nicholas B.
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  • Title: Found Again
  • Poetry and Photo combined into an artistic anthology.
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  • Published: almost 6 years ago