Poetry, Writing

Fate.

Pendulum of Fate in motion,
Slicing through the union between time and space;
Now is too soon a memory of yesterday,
Was it ever mine?
Dust particles shimmer like glitter in the right light.
They blanket the lifeless, and bury the dull.
Here is an apple.
Here is a book.
Here is a chair.
Here is a girl.
Here is a boy.
This is what a dream looked like.
This is how an apple rots.
This is what a book looks like unread.
This is how empty a chair looks on its own.
This is what time does to a boy and a girl.
Life is precious, but is it?
Tired arms cease to cling to a body of air,
An idea that will never be.

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Writing

Ten Commandments for Contemporary Living

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I.     Thou shalt perpetually reinvent thy life.

II.    Thou shalt remember that meaning and purpose must be cultivated daily.

III.  Thou shalt accept imperfection.

IV.   Thou shalt embark on a lifelong discovery of the soul.

V.     Thou shalt not be too crippled by the enigma of art to allow thyself to create.

VI.   Thou shalt not become too serious to see that life is both tragedy and comedy.

VII.  Thou shalt not feel too certain of thyself so as to overlook thy own inadequacies.

VIII. Thou shalt drink a glass of water whenever thou suffers from anxiety.

IX.   Thou shalt not forget the importance of routine.

X.    Thou shalt remember that love sustains thyself.

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