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Desmock New Member
since 2005-07-14
Posts 5 |
These twisted visions of agony and pain are mine and mine alone. I can only sit idly by and watch them rip past me in a macabre display of what is known as life. But these visions don't have to be, they don't have to exist... I only tell this to myself. While I try to believe it, what I'm telling my own being... it somehow doesn't ring true. So I look for a way to escape the humdrum of this horrible thing... this life I've been thrown into. I can find no escape... nothing at all... it longs for me as a lover longs for their mate. But I defy this, no I refuse it and mock it... I do everything in my power to make it furious. This unholyness that tries so desperately to ensare me, will not take me so easily. But there is only but one means of retreat for me... one futile attempt at making it seem alright. I still must view this god awefulness, and I must still endure it and live in it. But for those whom are blind, deaf, or mute... they are something more... something enlightened. They do not have to suffer in the same way that I must, if they even suffer at all. So I have found my means... clear vision means clear pain, and this pain is what makes me ill. If my glasses are not available, I can no longer see the world in shades of crystal clarity. To remove these tools of satan himself... from my face, would mean to escape just ever so slightly. No longer will I see things in black and white, for now it is in shades of grey as well. With every blurry movement, I can't help but smile to myself in a twisted perverse smile. A smile only I could understand, because no one else could ever know what it is I see. I wear my glasses, just to be reminded of the truth that there is nothing good in this world. And I remove my glasses when I can no longer face the sadness of this planet. I live different lives... I'm different people... I am me when I wear my glasses... But I'm not... I am glad for my glasses and equally loathe them... I have but one solitary pair of these visions to hell... My Glasses... |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Try getting contacts. I liked your poem. Pretty dark considering you were talking about glasses. -GIS Thr enemies name is Satan a.k.a. "The Stoopid Angel" |
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Savage Quiescence Member
since 2002-07-29
Posts 326Wandering |
I thought this was amazing. It didn't have a harsh structure, yet flowed straight through. I love the idea of such a subtle shift in reality, and the affect it can have. This is going into my library. |
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Desmock New Member
since 2005-07-14
Posts 5 |
Thank you both... your praise flatters me. Did you take a look at my other poem? |
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