death by design 2003-01-14 19:07:13 ET an image, burning, and a hole in my stomach twenty degrees of separation twenty blueprints to beat myself against twenty dollars to divide us and an hour and a half to draw us back in: i am shaking right now and i cannot eat i only hope that this lack of appetite continues, and the bleeding too for that matter: and that i end up as lean and cold as the rails beneath this train.

doktor242 2003-01-14 19:18:42 ET don't.

RedStarRevolutionary 2003-01-14 19:19:18 ET A poem I wrote for an ex long, long ago: "Light" I lie in the field, The raindrops falling On my face. The gray sky is surreal, Calming... Naturally soothing. Each drop of rain is meaningless They fall and fall But I feel nothing I am focused On the last patch of sunlight Shining through the clouded sky. As I see it, I think of you. My last bit of shining light In the clouded skies of life. Suddenly I want the light to stay As much as I want you to stay But both are slipping away from me. I want to hold on, but I Am helpless as both fade more and more I do not want this... One distinctive droplet Warm as it trails the contour of my cheek Not a raindrop... Many tears fall from my eyes. The sunlight is lost behind the clouds. There is nothing left. Should you slip away forever The skies within will be a permament gray The light never to return The nights alone Crying tears of pain and emptiness I need this light...I need you. ---It's pathetic, I know, but I wrote it in eighth grade. Brings back memories.

death by design 2003-01-14 19:21:19 ET i wrote that before hope slipped through my fingers and back into the ocean of lies from which it came:

death by design 2003-01-14 19:23:53 ET awww thats actually very beautiful RedStar... "Suddenly I want the light to stay As much as I want you to stay But both are slipping away from me." i fought tears as i read that. i didnt think there were more but here they are the uninvited guests

doktor242 2003-01-14 19:34:52 ET Something relevant as well: untitled # 16 (september 2002) You refuse to speak of it As if by saying the words You give it a validity it does not deserve And so you sit in cold silence The dead space of your judgment looms around us As you walk this path that you have chosen Divergent from me Your truth and mine are different More different with each passing day And your words melt like snowflakes Tomorrow they mean nothing

Insomnia 2003-01-14 20:25:18 ET : no more ties cut faith broken tried to play nice. don't bother.

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