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Crazilly Sane |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
Even with my spit all over my leg Even with the fear that someone might hear my cries Even with the room slowly moving around me Even with my loss of breath With the insanity of it all I can't care With my repetative screams, that make little to no sense It's gone Gone and back and gone again Left in there but tell I do not dare Besides how do you tell someone that you've broken beyond repair? They couldn't understand without seeing my pathetic and fragile state Hyperventalating to catch myself My face soaked in my tears My runny nose My words that screech from my lips I could feel it this time, coming on like a sickness Plaguing my mind with uncontrolable thoughts Calming down now... So far from reality, yet strangely wrapped up in it Hissing at cats in an empty room Talking to myself, trying to save myself from the craze Love..love..love is a bitch Death..death..death..living yet lame Gone..gone..gone...like a whisper Leave me alone... LEAVE ME ALONE!!! With my hands clutched tighly around my head, tearing away at my hair and my flesh Just make it all go away But no..no,no,no,no,no She's back, but she had never left Light a spark, so I'll have a light in this dark Stop it all The aching, crying, shivering and screaming Chilled to the bone, and clinging for dear life I did it before, and I'll do it again I was born capable, and I'll die strong NOTE : It's all jumbled and makes little sense from some perspectives because I wrote it while this was actually all happening to me. I couldn't think straight so the words just came pouring out. I somehow managed to change it around enough to be understandable. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
I love it. Chilled to the bone and clinging for dear life ....excellent read. Jenny |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
I loved this poem.....I think the way it is written lets you inside the mind of someone who is going through that, and you can feel their despair. ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
This is a fabulous dissertation on A's mental state at a time of incredible struggle and eventual but not final victory. The victory is the coming to grips with who's in charge even through the temporary. Rock on, A. This deserves another look. DB ------------------ He grew away from old associations and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly - the seasons in their moods, morning and evening, night and noon, winds in their different tempers, trees, waters and mists, shades and silences, and the voices of inanimate things. ========Thomas Hardy===== |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Haunting words.Liked this much! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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