Passions in Prose |
Disempowerment |
~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
I am not mortally empowered to reconcile with this mania. I am not able to encumber serenity alone. My body tires of trying. My soul has no color. Only gray... And my heart has no feeling. I long for peace and I only find in the state of subconciouness. But, alas, it is so very hard to reach it. I want to feel love again. All my heart knows is this pain, this agony, this longing, and this lonliness. ©1998 Erin Solari ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
I have felt this very same way. Very well written! |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Nicely done. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Thank You both very much! ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
It's not easy being gray, but gray's the color of the sky, on cloudy day, the scent of the world enveloped in a quilt of fog. Gray is the essence of the ash of embers that burned brightly for a time, and gray is the feeling of my soul after yearning for life not to be mine. |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
JP, I am so happy that you understand. ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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