Healing

5/7/2007 at 7:56 PM

I can feel it in my gut, that mad sickening feeling of change. It is not good, or bad…it is what it is and I have no choice but to roll with it, a Fatalist until the bitter end. My heart is on my sleeve, such is the curse of those to choose to bathe in their feelings. I’m sure you all understand. Things are moving on quickly and without him. I felt that NOTHING would ever move again, yet time is at the same time taunting and soothing me, letting me know that indeed, everything will be the same again, just how it was before I met him. It will in fact be better, because I know that I can have faith in myself. I don’t need his voice to justify me.

I’m going to be okay. I’m going to fly!

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Two Poems

5/6/2007 at 6:47 PM

Untitled poem #1


Broken phrases.
Collecting metaphors,
Dirty dead leaves
crumbling under the
weight of cumbrous sentiments
eroding into letters.

Letters
Arcadian baubles
strung on the thread
of cognitive senselessness.
to word, to sentence, to syntax
forged into swords.


Artful blandishment
parting words
trembling like open
lips expecting osculation
receiving nothing but duplicity
Judas' kiss.


Untitled Poem # 2
Manifestation
coffee rings and pencil shaving
Smoke twists and envelopes icy breath
both flit into nothing.
Balmy paraphrasis
a verbal En passant
spoken until
lackadaisical.
words don't exist once
they are said.
Musings
frenzied magnificent mindfuck
drifting awake.
lifeless
Another day.

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What I am feeling today...

5/6/2007 at 6:40 PM

In the vacant corridors of the fettered mind, there lives the malignant sprit of our past dealings. It occludes the senses and induces us into thinking that the choices that we make are not our own, just a bastardized evocation of circumstance. The monster grips us tightly, pushing icy fingers into the reaches of our veins, slowly consuming us until there is nothing left but a shell, a lifeless host body to carry out the agenda of irrational thought.

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