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Pit of Mud
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Pit of Mud |
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Honda Homage New Member
since 2005-07-17
Posts 5 |
Pit Of Mud Lost in my dreams now, is the feeling of hope. Living on the scraps of charity left by the more fortunate, I live out my bleak existence, in a world that sees me as a blemish on an otherwise clean canvas. Given no road map, I am shoved out the door on the preverbal "path of life" with no one and nothing to help me when I fall. And fall I did. Wallowing in a pit of self-loathing, covered in mud, I scream into the night, to anyone that might hear my cries and offer help. No one comes. Not sure if it's worth my time to get back up and keep walking, knowing that I will fall again, I sit and drown in my sorrows. No refuge is found in the bottom of my bottle, and I search for other ways to divert my attention from the shameful existence I call a life. Sitting, thinking, all the memories of the lost haunt my thoughts. Peace can not be found, not even in my mind. Memories of things lost flood my heart and bring tears to my eyes. Back then I was determined, so sure of myself, I was confident I would not fail. Yet fail I did. Not knowing how to deal with the shame of my failure, I ran. I ran from everyone that could help, I ran to solitude. Ah solitude. I used to relish in the thought of having it, and somehow, now that I have achieved that goal, I find myself wishing I had never undertaken this journey. When will my angel come to lift me from this misery? Do I even have an angel? I contemplate these things, for their answers may prove to be the one small light, the only light I have. Alas! No light can be found in this world. This world of hatred and loathing. So I sit in my pit. My pit of mud, and I think. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
everyone has an angel |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
This is pretty darn good, Honda. It seems truncated though, a snippet of a long work, and thereby very brief. By the by, there is a Prose forum here just for works such as this, as well as Critical Analysis for literary criticism, and the Poetry and English Workshops. And lest I forget, welcome to Passions! |
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Honda Homage New Member
since 2005-07-17
Posts 5 |
That is actually the whole thing. I write alot like that. Many of my works have a depressing tone to them, but I do have some happy ones. If someone would care to show me the propper place to post more like this one, i might be so inclined to make more of them public. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Welcome to Passions! I enjoyed this. Did you know some people actually pay a lot of money to sit in mud baths? Maybe, it's not such a bad thing? But of course, to swim in clear cool streams afterwards would be refreshing. Pips can be such a cool refreshing stream.  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
/main/forumdisplay.cgi?number=15 This is where you'll find Prose. In the meantime, do you mind if I sit in your mudbath awhile, and just think? Right now, I'm thinking, this feels pretty darn good! Welcome to Passions, Sir! |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Welcome Honda, and no worries. Take yer time and explore. Also, the blue navigation bar at the top of this page can be very useful. Also, I'd discourage bookmarking any particular forum, as once that forum is closed and archived, new posts aren't accepted in that forum. The Open forums tend to fill up rather quickly. The first Open forum didn't even have a number to start with, back in the summer of 99. Now we're on 36. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...get out, get out while you still can...before the mud dries...James |
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