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Unprovked desolation grips my soul, tearing at the fabric of my sanity. Sadness like a bottomless well, swallowing every waking moment. Releif! Mercy! Let me dream of great things, glorious times and true loves. There is none here. I sit, a hollow sheel of emotion, concealing the black pearl of desperate sadness. I am torn between worlds, between friends, and between destiny. I long to sleep, once again I will be satisfied with my existance. Time has one constant; regret/ What should I have done? My path is silent, my company; none. A wanderer without a destination or path. Where does such pain come from? I walk alone, far from reconciliation. The only salvation is the green breath of truth, like aspirin for the soul. I long to cry, to express the emotional agony that eats away at my mind. Let regret go and I will not even have misery to keep me company. The tides of remorse smash against the cliff of distant memory. I sit motionless as my eyes burn a hole in the page infront of me. My muscles twitch in anticipation of an action I know will not come. Anxiety rips at my conscience. I dig myself deeper into a hole of ruin, knowing I am incapable of escape. I look up but see no sunshine. I look down but see no end. Trust is a dangerous investment that has left me broken and without recourse. Anger at a unknown betrayel; a forced mistake. It is a pain that can not leave this tired conscience. Nothing can be done, there is no remedy. The only company is thought that has no conclusion.
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I am not sure what this is other than unsettling. Its not exactly poetry but its not exactly not poetry either. Its in the same language. It certainly conjures some powerful feelings and memories for me.
same here, but it kinda feels like I'm looking at it from the other side.... good show
The other side? Interesting. What do you mean?
absolutely nothing actually... I hadn't slept for a few days when I posted that and was dwelling a bit too much on the bit: "I am torn between worlds, between friends, and between destiny." and got to thinking about how I had been one of the friends and part of one of the worlds that a friend was torn between...she left for the other
/emote slaps toking around a bit <grin>
Ahh. See, you did mean something. Everything means something.
wow, now that seems to be just about my life put in text
man now i gotta call you pain? hee, anyway i know where you coming from and i think you should put more of you shit up:), infact i should get around to it myself:P
Nah. You can call me "Big daddy" :P. Yeah, Eventually I will get around to writing and posting more.
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