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Tag Archives: Misery
Thought For the Day: To Acquire the Habit of Reading Is To Construct For Yourself A Refuge From Almost All the Miseries of Life
“To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.” – W. Somerset Maugham
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Tagged Acquire, Construct, Habit, Liffe, Misery, Reading, Refuge, Thought For the Day, W. Somerset Maugham
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The Fight After the Fight
The Fight After the Fightby Michael DoyleThe first death you seeStrips away a layer of life’s dignity.It stays with you like an aura you wearWhile you fight the pangs of despair.The pain grips you by the heart.As you look into … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Aura, Battle, Bury, Christmas Season, Dead and Gone, Despair, Dignity, Due, Eyes, Family, Fight, First Death, Glory, Heart, Lack, Layer, Life, Love, mental-health, Misery, Move On, Mystery, Night, Pain, Pan, Pangs, Poetry and Poems, Rattle, Rucksack, Saber, Soul, Story, Treason, War, Writing
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All the Broken Pieces
All the Broken Piecesby Michael DoyleWhen our sanity has turned to treason,We make up every kind of reason.It seems like our life is by misconception,When we fall for our own self-deceptions.It’s next to tragic applied to our family,In the conflicts … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, Broken Pieces, Choices of Love, Conceal, Conflict, Decency, Dignity, Family, Fantasy, Fight, Forget, Glory, Kindnesses, Life, Misconception, Misery, Poetry and Poems, Reason, Revealed, Sanity, Self-Decpetion, Sorrow, Story, Thrown Away, Tomorrow, Tragic, Treason, Yesterday
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The Riddle of the Sands
The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading
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Tagged Clever, Cold, Death, Dimension, Dreaming, Eyes, Fade, Fingers, Fire, Forever, Fragile Heart, Idenity, Jesus, Know, Last Breath, Laugh, Learn, Liquid Sky, Living, Mars, Memories, Mercury, Mind, Misery, Months, Night, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Pyschobabble, Reality, Realize, Red Alert, Riddle, Sands, Silence, Sleep, Sound, Spike, Spirit, Starlight, Surreal, Tears, Temple of Wonders, Thought, Trauma, Walk, Waves, Weep, World, Years, Yesterday
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We Manage To Stand
We Manage To Standby Michael DoyleSunset captures fear’s reflectionAs the kitten meanders in the right directionUnhungry and not seeking some timid mouseBut rather the warmth of the familiar houseOnce the hunter, now the preyThe game of life has danger in … Continue reading
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Tagged Chase, Company, Danger, Drift, Familiar House, Fear, Flood, Fortune, Game of Life, Hunter, Kitten, Manage, Meander, Misery, Mouse, Play, Poetry and Poems, Prey, Reflection, Right Direction, Stand, Sunset, Survival, Sympathy, Trampled Underfoot, Unhungry, Wamth, Water's Flow
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In the Solitude of Darkness
In the Solitude of Darknessby Michael DoyleTo the degree that I do not fearI am powerful enough to persevereI say this with a heavy-hearted sighAs my soul fixes its intellectual eyeThe love and rage that exists inside meHave become the … Continue reading
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Tagged Beast, Beginning, Bitter Instinct, Change, Consolation, Creativity, Darkness, Depravity, Design, Destination, Divine, Dreams, Ending, Explore, Extinct, Fallen Angel, Fear, Harshness, Heart, Heart of Desire, Howl, Intellectual Eye, Knees, Level, Lie, Life, Love, Love and Rage, Malignant Devil, Misery, Outstretch, Persevere, Philosophy, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Sigh, Snarl, Solititude, Solitude, Soul, Understand, Wickedness, Wild Seas and Regions, Work, World's Secrets, Wounded Hand
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First Principles: The Greater Part of Our Misery Or Unhappiness Is Determined Not By Our Circumstance But By Our Disposition
“I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.” – Martha … Continue reading
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Tagged Cheerful, Circumstance, Deteermine, Disposition, First Principles, Greater Part, Happy, Learn, Martha Washington, Misery, Situation, Unhappiness
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The Quiet Colors
The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandoned, Above Water, Aks, Bluff, Broken, Broken Cross, Call, Close, Confuse, Cross, Crucified, Damaged Control, Dead, Deep, Done, Drown, Father, Feel, From the Inside, Going On, Hang, Head, Hide, History, Inside, Job, Killing Me, Lonely, Look Into My Eyes, Mercy, Midnight Hour, Misery, No Longer Know Me, No Right To Complain, Nobody's Son, Nowhere to Hide, Overwhelm, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Pull, Pulled, Quiet Colors, Reach, Realize, Reminded, Rot, Satan, See, Soul, Sould, Stand, Strings, Strong Enough, Teeth, The Lord, Too Much, Tortured, Wrong
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