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Shimmering Pale Blue Regret
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Shimmering Pale Blue Regret |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever 
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Nightingale view, moonlit freezing treetops, Within myself, the bitter cold refuses to cease. The angels of fire give up and decist, I heard them trying, by God I did... I wanted to reach out and grip thier labored hands.. In a prison with no walls, Beyond any possible effort to escape from, Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to, Isolated from the world I yearn for, I suppose I will still survive, Godamn this cruel and haphazard existence! There is nothing to exist for, Only the pain of wanting, as my eternal companion, Only the pain of missing out on what could have been These are not my true friends, Just plastic faces to entertain, Plastic replies, plastic gestures, Shallow, languid emotions. This world is a superficial nightmare, My very feelings are nothing but chew toys. All of my aspirations and hopes are swallowed up into these crestfallen eyes, staring down at this tunnel of life, The tracks are vibrating, It is terribly cold in here, but too dark to see my breath. Is that a light at the end of this tunnel? That light...that light is merely a charging train. Either way, it seems I will be destroyed. I could charge the train head on, or run from it. Whichever path I choose, my bones will crunch under that relentless steel. Nightingale view, moonlit freezing treetops, Rotting flesh, gentle and soft, Concealing dirt made fertile, A tell tale memory grinding through every tangible fabric of my soul, Within myself, the bitter cold refuses to cease. I AM CONTROLLED BY MYSELF, AND I AM MY OWN WORST ENEMY, The angels of fire give up and decist, I heard them trying, by God I did... I wanted to reach out and grip thier labored hands.. AND ONE DAY I'M GOING TO LOSE THIS WAR... LOVE IS GOD, LOVE IS WAR, LOVE IS WHAT YOUR LIFE IS FOR. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Eagle Scorpion, you have a very different way of writing that speaks to me. Write on Keth Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
"There is nothing to exist for" Tells me of a shallow existance, of one who has not learned to give of himself, and is left with "plastic faces" as friends. This is a very dramatic and captivating read, and I was caught up in the fact that it so well describes someone I know and I think that must be how he feels on the inside. WEll done Liz |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Godamn this cruel and haphazard existence! There is nothing to exist for, and yet I know too that I will survive it all...well written ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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