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Here are five classical music albums our critics have been listening to this month. https://t.co/2RLEMaA0OE

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

My Own Broken Mirror

It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves

Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs

Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.

It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste

Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you

Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again

After the Storm

It was a warm fall night,

And scattered around the ground were leaves,

As the wind blew the empty tree's gently in the breeze.

Whispers could be heard as wolves were howling steadily.

The moon was bright, the shadows were mysterious.

The laughter's slowly diminished as the fog rolled in.

The land grew dark, the shadows not as sharp,

But the waves kept moving peacefully -in and out.-

The tide was high, the moon was full but slightly hidden in this merely fog that had moved on shore.

Clouds slowly part as the stars can be seen, lighting the colours of the forest.

As our boat entered the harbour's lights, we knew we were finally home; safe and sound!

Our journey has come to an end on this warm fall night, so we thought...

A new capsule collection by Italian fashion house Bottega Veneta honors the immeasurable impact of children's book author Richard Scarry. https://t.co/vsRaDsS8vw