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Stanzas, On The Same Occasion
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between— Some gleams of sunshine ’mid renewing storms, Is it departing pangs my soul alarms? Or death’s unlovely, dreary, dark abode? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms: I tremble to approach an angry God, And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, “Forgive my foul offence,” Fain promise never more to disobey; But, should my Author health again dispense, Again I might desert fair virtue’s way; Again in folly’s part might go astray; Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray Who act so counter heavenly mercy’s plan? Who sin so oft have mourn’d, yet to temptation ran? O Thou, great Governor of all below! If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow, Or still the tumult of the raging sea: With that controlling pow’r assist ev’n me, Those headlong furious passions to confine, For all unfit I feel my pow’rs to be, To rule their torrent in th’ allowed line; O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!
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New
the girl i ment to be
i know the girl i'm dreaming of is somewhere deep inside. but i fear the pain of changing, and the parts i'll leave behind. i see her in the miror, the girl i ment to be, but every step towards her feels like i'm losing part of me there's a future i keep dreaming of, but i'm scared i'll never see if she knows how hard i'm trying, if she'd even be proud , or if she'd look into my eyes and ask why i keep backing down. then one day i'll wake up, and the miror feels atrange, same room, same face,but somehow everything has changed.
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New
Pierrot
From the first time I looked into your eyes, I knew you would never love me. At that, my heart shattered, and I swear it was audible, for your once-relaxed face fell upon me with pity. "Oh, dear Columbina, you who dance so gracefully, you who sing so elegantly, you who'll never love me, dance with me this dreadful night; won't you please just hold me." And when our hands met, I wished that time would stop; I wished that we would forever dance entwined. But seldom do wishes come true, and soon you had withdrawn. Through the night I looked for you, longing for yet another dance, but by the time I found you, you were already in the arms of another. I do confess my eyes watered at the sight; for I had never seen such a smile prior to the one on your face then. For the first time that night, you looked genuinely happy, and for the first time in my life, I was lost. What was I to do? When it was so clear in front of me that no matter what I tried, I would never earn your favour, for someone else already held it, as he held you. What was I to do? I was to do nothing; I was to remain silent, and let the pain poison my heart. What was I to do? I was to smile; I was to laugh; I was to cry. I was to dance, dance for the crowd's amusement, as my heart eroded; I was to laugh as each look in your direction felt like a stab in the heart. I was to dance, for it was required of me. Dance, and they will all applaud.
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New
lost
i feel so lost, i dont know where surrounded by thoughts, drowning in fear i hide my feelings, keep them inside with a thousands thoughts i cannot hide i'm standing still yet i dissapear, lost in silance, wishing you're near shadows around me, darkness so deep dreams i once had, i struggle to keep
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Yesterday
Earlier this week
Horror leave
I know I was wrong, but this path was never mine to walk. I never meant to fall for you, yet your circumstances made me pretend. I never meant to break your heart, but somehow, I became the wound. We cannot continue this. I was a shelter while you healed, but I cannot counterfeit love where my heart feels none. I am sorry.
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Classic
Secrets
The skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the hills -- The hills just tell the orchards -- And they the daffodils! A bird, by chance, that goes that way Soft overheard the whole. If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't, however, It's finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow? So keep your secret, Father! I would not, if I could, Know what the sapphire fellows do, In your new-fashioned world!
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A City Beyond Time
"A City Beyond Time'' In Kashi, even time seems to slow, through ancient lanes where old stories flow. The Ganga carries whispers of the Past, while golden morning stretches vast. At dawn, temple bells begin to sing, and the river holds the light of everything. By evening, a thousand diyas shine, Floating softly on the sacred tide. Through narrow lanes of mystery and age, every wall seems to remember another page. Here, the past and present gently meet, while every step feels strangely complete. Kashi is more than a place we see, it is a feeling that quietly lives within me. And perhaps that is its deepest art - you may leave Kashi, but it never leaves your heart.
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