Open Poetry #49 |
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A New Path |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA ![]() |
The madness that encompasses my little soul, I only picture it inching towards me evermore, When all is said and there is nothing more to be felt, Yet there is something primal that I seem to bare, And then silence, not the kind you like to feel, But almost a calmness before all of it comes to a halt, Jolted by what is about to take place at the next instance, Eyes widen, and all senses feel awakened for the first time, There is now the end encroaching to signify a change, Consistency no longer a familiar friend, In all its glory, I cave in and let myself go, A new destination onto a path of its own. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The only way to gov Xeonox, taking a new path, a new direction, new thoughts and ideas. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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