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JosephF Junior Member
since 2006-08-30
Posts 30 |
Nameless I sit in this squashed cushioned chair, juggling my differentiating opinion of whether I should carry on this defiant crusade. The ties I am tangled in constrict my flowing emotion, the singularity of the empty position I am in echo through my thoughts and feelings. My mind is empty; with just tension and corruption to occupy the hollow bowels of what conscience I remain to exist with. The calm within the storm is the face of the beautiful, the pure and the perfection within. The rage withers to a halt; the hurling fists and crunching knuckles loosen and cease, the hurricane surge of years of concealed thought and feeling that causes the daily kick in the teeth, pulses through the tired, worn out heart, with more glue than tissue to cry from. The touch of silk soft skin, the softened lips, the smooth tender hands, and the heart piercing eyes. These are what keep me alive every single day, to what end I do not know or care. I am ashamed of what I did; I cannot go back, There is no going back… |
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
Can you structure it in lines possibly? for poetry it works better I think |
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