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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia 
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It's the fearless haze, finding its way into my mind, Seeping through my conscious, laying its ground, Creating my craze... The blanket which covers all reason, in these moments of dark silence that suffocate my soul... I see life through a tiny hole, each day from the same season. My phantom hovering in my head wants me alone. It's jealous of my real strength. It weaves these threads so tight that I see nothing, except where I've bled. One unpossessed moment in the night, a sliver of love seeps through, and cuts into my sore heart. It carves with the knife, what I've needed for my fight... This weapon of choice lays heavy in my hands I refuse to succumb to the phantom’s demands. It is the rebirth of my “own” self, my own voice, my own life. --Marie You can’t expect the roses to grow without the weeds. |
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Rebelious Member
since 2001-05-27
Posts 57Kansas, USA |
Good work like always... Talented writer you are. Well now this poem is gonna be on my mind... so I am gonna print it off and try and come up with a good name for it  I'm sure you could do it... I always write my poems before I write the name too. Maybe the name could be.....Well I dunno I just spent 5 min thinking of it.. well i'll post if my ignorent mind can think of anything. great job on the poem. |
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anonymous albert ?
since 2001-03-23
Posts 2979 |
wow!..this was quite the deep piece...very dark as well and the ending powerful!!...written very well...and it came across also very intense...well...hope to see more from you here ...bye Marie  [This message has been edited by anonymous albert ? (edited 06-28-2001).] |
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