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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110
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I always beg you for your hand Yet fall I down till rocks and sand Is it emotional ineptitude, or impotency? Shall it block your face from my memory? No I’m not here... No I’m not here... Is it me that I can't hate today? Or does my hate for you still hold sway? These colors are to bright, rip out mine eyes. Cursed by thy light, I rip out my eyes. Inside that hole, Inside no soul, This pain has gone, Inside so cold Empty inside I may yet be. Again all too soon my rage is free. To trespass on lives that are not blamed. To seek satiation for my shame. This purpose for all life, death. Who will help me lose my breath? Again to sleep inside my mind And With new eyes, to still be blind Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Nice poem, but what your asking might, well I guarantee you will take a touch of patience. Following a good and usually unpopular decision. Bright light and an awesome hand. -GIS A trickle of music from a well, |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Cool KuruShio, like that one line. "Is it me that I hate today?" Plus the ending was cool. Hollow. Courtney. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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