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If only for believeing |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
nonchalante matter of fact three lines goodbye after so much it makes mountains and so you stand stating by stance Everthing else every tear every moment was callously unreal I cannot deny facts I am the bad penny always turning up my God the years passed hoping I would never guess This is a why I will never understand is it a pleasant thing to remove ones heart is it trophy to hang on forgotten wall you mourn not these years of completeness starvation nor me at all so evident I must deserve to be cast out never touching only falling falling to unending agony is not Hell so described burning every hope every promise our life foreseen Inward I turn inward there still lives ideas I hope and plan my life as completely unemotive shredded as I stumble through unmotivated even to breathe I could have sworn I've heard those words before In my soulshaking I know there will be always that question which rises to surface beckoning I cannot stop my heart nor being me but how one changes undeniable to "I stand" I cannot understand In short to say why oh why did you ever say you loved me what was I to you anything you spoke said for yourself and stated it boldly spoken by another and of all there will still be me and this is where I lose it slavery abuse depravity you prefer the most wretched of lives instead of me or anyplace or one to love and care as best he can why you lock your own cell door still behind you only and in all you have been through weave given yet even the greatest weave can be rent asunder slashed burned to shreds unlike even the original Tapestry Therefore I give you back your Green Though it makes me stumble through bloodeyes For tears have become so real they are wet blood rolling down my cheeks unstoppable I am I was I reached with all heart not enough I no longer believe why should I believe anything and me not even caring what path I fall upon I am Sophocles eyes burnt blinded but not by my hand trustlove I gave the pins make tears red pure blood I see no longer as Oedipus I scream the unholy But pardon if you would my bellowing self curse I am desperately seeking a brail of life and trying to see through this sea of red unending haze of bloodstream forever blinding me "The most redeeming facet of life is that we have the comfort of knowing it will end. Death doth love equally." [This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 03-22-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"Tapestry Therefore I give you back your Green" and unraveling, line by line, the pain in kind, from weary mind, I read, I read, and line by line, like cold soup, fed, and bled, the heartbreak of the real... ATelamon...so very, very sad.... |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Such pain, brutal honesty...you have written it well. |
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