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N. Dieter House
Inspiration comes in no particular form; we see and feel it all around us everyday. It comes from watching your child play in the snow, feeling the rain beating on your skin, or holding hands with ...view moreInspiration comes in no particular form; we see and feel it all around us everyday. It comes from watching your child play in the snow, feeling the rain beating on your skin, or holding hands with the one you love. For me, my inspiration comes from the stories told in the playful eyes of my daughter and the life I want to make for her, and from the music I listen to everyday. The stories in the following poems tell the journey that I had to endure to make it just this far, in their own way.
I've always had a fascination with human beings as a species. We love and care for each other with as much passion as we hate each other. The body and mind can suffer untold amounts of pain and suffering and still find a way to survive. But only if the will to live is there. Death is not the end of the journey as some would have you believe, but merely the endgame lesson of life. I know; I've been there and back. Some of the following poems tell tales of meeting such a fate, but it's not as happy as one might expect. It's just another part of being human--romanticizing death. I've always found that interesting, and it took me not one, but two trips there to show me that it's not a fun place to be.
Watching someone you love die is no easy task, so it's only natural to feel the numbness give way to darkened thoughts. It's all part of being human. But to give in to such feelings only serves to divorce yourself even further from the very person you're mourning. Most of the following pages tell dark tales of such depraved devotion. However, take the stories presented herein as you may. It's up to you to decide which poems speak to you the most. Let their stories speak to you in a language that best suits you; we're all destined to walk a certain path, it's up to you to pick which one.view less