| Poem |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|09:54 am] |
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Hello! Here is something I've been working on. Would love some feed back! Thanks!
In the dead time, I see pillows that beg of me to lie upon them
To console my bleeding body
Bloodied by the fall
For love, my greatest adversary, did place a hand upon me
And pushed me into the red once more
All for it’s morbid pleasure
To see me squirm with ache
Once again to behold a thing of beauty that I will never claim
But sweet and peaceful dead time
Always there for my cause
Beckons for my fleshy frame
To rest upon it’s endless quiet
For all the remainder of my days
If I did not know any better
I would guess love was still trying to have its way
The pillows enamoured by the idea of me
Wanting me to lie with them
And hold me there forever |
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| Why |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|10:47 am] |
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| | Blondie vs. the Doors - Yum! | ] |
Confusion is not an uncommon thing to us. We may become confused several times through out the day as a ritual. "Why exactly did I do that?" "Who just spoke to me?" "Why did I bother to come to work today?" It never ends sometimes. But simple, passive confusion like that does not annoy me. It's the larger, more detailed things that I just don't want to deal with anymore. Like, what exactly am I doing with my life and why did I go down THIS road? I search for answers and absolutely never find even one. I'm finding myself at a place more and more where I really don't enjoy being where I am but have no idea how to begin to fix or change it. I know I'm not the only one. Many people are out there, not achieving what they'd hoped and are now trying to find a way to still live happy. But,what do they really have to do with me, exactly? Nothing. I'd just like to find a reasonable solution to happiness. It's become such a sad state when even your friends can't provide you with a little bit of solace. But then again, when it's your friends that are always finding fault with you, why would they? I sound bitter, but I'm really not and that is what bothers me most. I'm usually one of those people who is able to find even one good thing in a horrible situation. But lately, I'm just so tired of it. I look around me and see so many people who seem, well, at least content. Maybe their lives are not perfect but they can get up in the morning with out that irritating sense of dread. I'd like that. It wasn't always like that, but it is these days and I really hope that's a temporary thing.
How about you? Are you as confused as I am about who you are and where you are headed? Thoughts? Solutions? Conversation? |
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