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Newpoet Member
since 2008-05-16
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As the moon dances above the sky, I gaze into the mirror pool and it gazes back at me. The reflection of an unknown face ripples. My eyes flicker with nobody around, except for the dismal echo of the consciousness. In the depths of my body; past the flesh, tissue, blood and bones; there is a strange entity hiding. It screams to escape, but I hold it tightly to my core, afraid of people discovering it. Sometimes, it attacks at chaotic moments and I can’t control it. The more I stare into these reflective waves, the energy explodes with desire. It wants satisfaction from all sources – to be loved, cherished, and adored – to love, cherish, and adore. It wants to grasp more energy and become blissful in the journey. As time rages and the unknown face melts into pools of darkness, the entity becomes inhibited. I ignore my little friend. It becomes weaker and slows down to the conformity of my generation. I search for it; I scream for it! Where did you go? Will you ever return to me? It evolves into an ugly twisted jackal, searching for mischief and mayhem on gloomy nights. It chokes in pools of liquor and suffocates in the aroma of stale cigar smoke. Half-dead, it stays hidden. The rippled waves lay still now and the unknown face wants recognition. Is it too late? |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
It's never too late to release the little bugger.  Give it some space to escape its bondage, get away from the smoke. |
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