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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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It seems like every night I make the same promise, Hoping to change myself around let go of all my vices, And be apt at picking up all the virtues, Looking in the mirror, knowing that I let myself down, So much baggage and familiarity weighs heavily on me, Wishing I could live in a parallel world, one that I could travel too, Spend my time between reality and my insane dreams, Hurting inside knowing that the only thing I can do is go forward, Restless are my evenings, until sleep overcomes me, Waking up to the same tune, feeling somewhat rude within, What I did, what I will do, may just be the same, The chalice that was once filled with ambitions and dreams, Has been leaking for these last few years, now I find nothing in it, Emptiness is the new reality, and the mistrust breeds within me, Broken, disheveled, and hopeless, I succumb to the poets curse, To write out is the only outlet, immortalize this very moment in few words. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Writing is the perfect outlet. |
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Abbeon Member
since 2006-11-30
Posts 228Curiousity, and wonder |
I cant say what one piece called to me. All i can say is i re-read it a few times, and each time it makes me stop and wonder. Thank you, for sharing with me, with us, something so intimate. |
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