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Dear Diary
Contributed by
Sinfullilmissmuppet
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Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 12:46:35 AM in AEST
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I sit by open diary
Clutching at straws from
The day just been
I wish I knew more
Of ignorance to what I am
Skeletal remains covered
By tissue, sinew and fat
Oh, to strip away it all and fall in coffin
Decomposed
For sleep eternal
Night serene
Blazing fires
Of my awaiting
Hellish company.
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Sinfullilmissmuppet
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2005-10-24 00:46:35]
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Re: Dear Diary
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by Fernanda_F_Rocha on
Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 03:47:58 AM AEST
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''There is always a reason to live: to wait the death, perspective it,
to fear it, to believe on it as the only sure thing in life - (LadyMoon) Fernanda F. Rocha''
And because You write so well You have another reason....keep writing what You feel :)
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Re: Dear Diary
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by WAE on
Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 06:32:10 PM AEST
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| I am not commenting your poem but answering your question. Yes, I have... It's quite normal to realize absolute vanity of your existence... |
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Re: Dear Diary
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by Blaze on
Tuesday, 25th October 2005 @ 02:32:37 AM AEST
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| I have to echo what LadyMoon posted: I love poems that are clever, dark, and have emotional depth to them, so all I can tell you is to write more. :-P |
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Re: Dear Diary
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by enigma on
Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 08:00:02 AM AEST
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...in answer to your question, "Yes, I have...like about the first fifty-three of my fifty-four years!" What's more, I always felt like helping death and dying along...they were such slow-pokes!
...at age fifty-four, I have finally burst into Life, escaping death and all that damnation, and am actually beginning to trust it...
you migh find "attachment theory" of early childhood development a source of data that may fertilize an understanding of what it is that drives us...either head-on into oak trees over and over again, or down the road of life into wholesome experience...
...then again, maybe not!
I did enjoy your poem...I confess, I looked into what poems Ladymoon had commented on...she is a reliable discerner of good poetry...your's is very good.
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Re: Dear Diary
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by hellsfallenangel on
Saturday, 5th November 2005 @ 01:28:41 AM AEST
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very interesting very interesting indeed u may be right since the day ur are born that is the day u start dieing bye
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