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A poem so simple...
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June 20, 2008, 11:10:pm
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I lay here in my own solitude.
The noise, scent, feeling of my world..
Has disolved.
Vanished into the grasp of the night.
Nothing seems to be right, nor wrong.
Everything is upside down,
spinning in the tornado caught inside my head.
Shadows dwell on the walls,
playing their little games.
Mocking me of my own confinement.
I try to weep, but cannot.
I attempt to scream, but there's no sound.
Only the silver stream of moonlight's reach.
Mood: Enlightened
Music: Last legal drug ~ Korn
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December 28, 2007, 05:09:pm
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I believe love is a connection between two people. A strong bond inseperable, to anything you throw at it. Something that you can't see or smell, back up with fact but is more real that you or I. Love is.. when you've lost a loved one, whom you hold dear... and still it seems that you can still hear them walking around the house. Expecting to walk in the living room and see them reading the Sunday newspaper. Love never truley dies with anything. It may be calmed and relaxed but never broken or forgoten.
My idea of love is something that is truley lacking in this world nowadays with serial murders, kidnappings, war. It's almost like every one has lost their sanity in this place.
Almost makes me believe love isn't possible but I know it is.. just hard to find., that's all!
Mood: alive at the moment
Music: the taping of th rain against the glass
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