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Murderers of Soul |
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Zunera Junior Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 30Pakistan |
There are people all around me, Some are caring, some are sharing, Some are fiends, and some are friends. There are people that are, Filled with hope. There are people that, Seem to be mope. But, there are some people that are there for you, Those are the people with whom you share; With whom you love, For whom you care. You think that they are your life, They are your smile; They are your …… Oh! Everything. Everything you could think of, Maybe you like them, Or maybe you love them. Maybe you appreciate them, Or maybe you admire them. But actually, you want them, Want them to be yours, To be your eternal gift. They come in your life, They come in your dreams, They come in your dreams, They come to change you; Change you to a person, You’ve never been before. They kill you, They kill your innocence, They kill your child ness, They kill your immaturity, They kill everything. They want you to be a puppet; A puppet, which is lifeless, With no tears, with no smile, You are nothing but indulged, Indulged deeper and deeper and deeper, The flash of their material love Catches you and captures your picture And, Carves it into the film of life, A film, that is for once, Which cannot be developed, Whose negatives are with God, You are paralyzed. You think of them, Your thoughts are for them, Your feelings are for them, You are caught by them. They don’t understand, They don’t care, They don’t feel what they should, They take you for granted, You call them; you want to share with them. You want to talk to them, But their love forbade you. You don’t want to hurt them, And want to spend rest of your life with them, It is only an illusion, It is mere a confusion, Slowly and gradually time passes on, It marches on, You want to stop it and fail, You want to fill your life with their colors, But, Your tears stop, And you no more can color your picture, The picture that means a lot to you, Maybe you picture your life, These people paralyze you, And suddenly disappear. You are alone, alone in the hot dessert of illusions, alone with your broken heart, alone with your poisoned dreams, alone with your cruel self, alone with your painful memories, alone with your injected past, alone with your amuned present, alone with your dark future, alone with your dead body, alone with your murdered hopes, alone with your buried wishes, alone with your disabled wings, alone with your visionless eyes, alone with a dead, lifeless creature. A creature, you are not able to recognize, you can see it, you feel it, and you are still confuse, you want to cry, you want to scream, but then you dream, it was your Dead Soul, that you lived with, played with, and enjoyed with; and then you come to know, they were, The Murderers of Your Soul ! Alas! you are Dead. ............. ....... .... .. . |
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MiseryDivine Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 114Chicago! en america...oh lala! i wish i lived in England.....(sigh) |
wow! that was sooo unbeleivably awesome....i loved it! what a great write!....cant wait to read another! |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Interesting topic as well as interesting poetry. Great job. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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grey::tears Junior Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 19lost within my mind |
hey. i'm new, and i really liked that poem. keep it up. AKS |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Zunera awesome display of emotion here hon! You have to find the RIGHT people to surround yourself with, the ones that will colour your world and not leave it all a black and white photograph.. Keep hunting, you WILL find them, and in the meantime keep writing!!!!!!!  Isis *War produces one thing - Cemetaries. And in cemetaries there are no enemies!* ~Isis~~Sovereign of the Spirit. |
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