Dark Poetry #3 |
The Nothing |
alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). |
Resting here upon cold earth suffering. Tired, weak, and filled with ...Nothing. It is quiet, still, thoughtless, and consecrated here. Having swallowed willfully all of my passions poisons I crawl, beaten and battered to this fiendish refuge. There exists no shame in...Nothing. Nakedly pressing my broken soul upon damp ground. Sighing, weeping, and profound. Having lost my soul somewhere between the here, there, and nowhere I welcome...the Nothing. "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul."(C)alibaster |
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Ada'doLisdo'ti Member
since 2002-12-10
Posts 123California |
Enjoyed reading this, thought it was insightful. Of all I've lost; I miss my innocence the most. |
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Chameleon Member
since 2002-08-07
Posts 99Australia |
insightful indeed, the perfect touch in describing the agony of boredom. |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
"Nakedly pressing my broken soul upon damp ground. Sighing, weeping, and profound. Having lost my soul somewhere" Is that supposed to contradict itself? This was a good read, beautiful imagery. It's something to think about. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). |
I ty all and am glad that you enjoyed. Yes, it is suposed to contradict itself...lol...contradiction makes for good mind food. Until...ali {the queen of darkness} "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul."(C)alibaster |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
hehe nothing... there is no nothing. there is always something! hahaha |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
interesting...i wrote a poem called "inspired by nothing (everything)" . nothing makes for good inspiration. |
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hohenstein New Member
since 2003-01-17
Posts 9 |
reading this i feel emotionaly spent. ive exausted myself before in the misled beleifs of hoping for something better and this reminds me of the last conscious feelings before those travels brought on the blissfull darkness of letting go of the light |
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