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Zunera Junior Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 30Pakistan |
---------------------------------------------------- THIS IS MY VERY FIRST PROSE EVER UPLOADED ANYWHERE. I DO UPLOAD MY POETRY IN DARK PASSIONS HERE IN YOUR NEIGHBOURS BUT THIS IS MY FIRST EVER PROSE TO 'PASSIONS IN PROSE'. HOPE YOU PROSE KINGS LIKE IT AND WELCOME ME TO YOUR PASSIONS. ---------------------------------------------------- Isn’t it depressing to know that you are not loved or liked by anyone but people trample over you ruthlessly and play with your feelings for it is the favorite pass time of the idol and an enchanting pun for the unhappy? You have ur feelings treaded un-cared and unnoticed by the beloved and your wishes are murdered softly by the person you think is worth your life and you think that the tittering of emotions in your body is mere an unheard cry of the unfathomable sea that is never tried to be measured by the sailor sailing smoothly to its destination. How pathetic those moments are when there is no one around you to hold you tight and slap the loathsome face of the bitter truth of your life? Such momments are so tough and hard that they almost seem to be un-avoidable and one is left lonely with the disgusting smell of the false he has always been trying to avoid. How moan-full those days are when you want to scatter your self to be picked up piece by piece by the worthy; Worthy - with whom you always wanted to stand; but then your told to flush down the idea of expressing the unexpressed, and speaking the un-spoken, and then how pity-full you are to un-scatter your own flesh yourself and walk straight on the road to nowhere, unperceived and un-stippled, step by step overcoming the stretches of timeless days and nights, without any stimulus to your reflexes into the darkness of a illuminated, and lengthy tunnel of agony and pain, yet pleased to have the calm reflexes for the torturing depth of grief and sorrow. This catastrophe of life and death continues till the kiss of the ray of hope, to relish the persistent mummer of the beloved and the affectionate pat of the grip-full hands of the worthy. ----------------------- Zunera A PAGE OF MY DIARY ----------------------- |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Wow, zunera, interesting diary you have there. Welcome to prose. ~netswan |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Zunera~ Welcome to prose! That was a very interesting diary entry. Stress often drags us down, and its the worst feeling in the world. Hope you feel better! "Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but it doesn't stop a wise man from trying." Harry Anderson, "Night Court" *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Ardonida Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 76 |
Hey there, I just had a squiz thru your writing, and I must say, you sound like a person who does not have shallow feelings, but one that experience life in all it's intencity... It was way differant, but I liked it... A. |
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