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>> No.13776471 [View]
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How can you call yourself an intellectual when you have zero knowledge about Arabic literature ?

>> No.8165122 [View]
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Who here feeling /comfy/?

I just realized. I am pretty darn comfy, eventhough life is financially unstable. Is it because i choose it to be so?
Nevertheless, /comfytextsthread/.

Ones to read before sleep.
Ones to meditate over
Ones to dries your tears and eyes
Or ones to fulfill your spook secret guilty-pleasure?

As OP; I can go first. Mind with me, meter is not my thing, and no, im not a cuck because i write prose.

>Pour it, poet!
Open up, not spit, pour it, poet!
A bird that flew by said

The winds are changing and so should you
For life is never a headwind fight
but another mystery to dissolve
between your fingers

To catch the words is to catch a bird
And to catch a bird is to kill a bird
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Critiques are welcome ofcourse, but contribute aswell lads! Remember, /comfy/.

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>The Irony.
That we are afraid of the Woods and Forests.
And of the Night
When we have the axes and the fervours

To run while we have the heart
and to lose everything in life when we have death.
We are stronger than the Day, but weaker than the Night,
and we are stronger than the Flight but weaker than the Fight.

I want to feel the blood rush to my head,
looking for an answer,
and with one Pump fill my whole body with fears cleansing clarity.
Feel the day break me down, and the night strenghten me
Slowly but surely stagnate under the suns.
For
Death, she is my friend
Because it is my destiny
My journey
And my goal.

>wrote it a couple of days ago while calling the bank
>turns out i wasn't owning money to the state.

Poem is written in swedish, tried to translate it while being true to its spirit. Im just glad if anyone reads this lel.

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