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My Own Shadow(MOS)
Contributed by
Tanzanite
on
Monday, 16th September 2002 @ 05:42:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I got influenced by the demon and sewed my own shadow to my heels with mixed emotions of malice and despair~I was so innocent and now I walk under bridges and hidden alleyways and talk in dark tongues, pronouncing my loss in faith and everything compared~since your departure I have embraced despair and now good and accustomed friends with pain~she has provided new inflection to my voice and we cry non stop at night~screaming with fear during the day~ I hate the taste of pride so I never swallow it~I listen to my intuition~I've always followed it~This life has beaten my soul into submission~my third eye is black and bruised, because you left~I left because my tongue was never fit for such discourses on love~Im having visions of shining, glimmering of something or someone worth admiring~ life with you is tiring and uninspiring~my breakdowns were made up of break ups~my world is collapsing in around and on top of me~crushing, like squeezing out breath from my lungs tight and shallow~space is infinite but there is too much of everything and nothingness~and too little emptiness~Earnest heart and receptive mind.~intrigued and forgetful at time~but too soon forgetful of what is mine~hiding behind my lucid wall and financial gain~washing sorrow from the streets with acid rain~sweeping tomorrow into the civil mazes of my brains~my poetry is an emotional symphony~my hands strumming the melody that will survive me~the lungs that breath my destiny drive the words that manifest me~fuel my thoughts and expel my creativity~in god we trust, and mistrust ourselves deprived in mind and culture~we will all live lifeless one day~perpetuating, creating our souls decay~free to think as i will~yet my will hasn't been written
and one shall never be~for all i leave behind is a memory~an imprint a philosophies according to me and only me~Silence doesn't scare me~I always find ways to talk my way out of it~step back and realize our eyes have been sold from our heads~
all we see has already been branded tagged sold to the third person vernacular~
matter of fact...sixth sense sold for something spectacular~the wu-said cash ruled everything around me~but I still can't afford the tree outside~or the rain denied~during dry spells when the earth swells~and shatters from lack of watery matter~
matter of fact...i can't buy time although i sell mine for $6.00 an hour
all for the power of green cream~cash rules everything around me? i can barely pay attention to the lesson i'm supposed to be learning~and my mind is burning like the forests i can't afford
or the rain to bring relief forward from firestorms~when heaven and hell go to war~ill be blowing the whistles and tallying the score~
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Re: My Own Shadow(MOS)
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by WordPoet on
Tuesday, 17th September 2002 @ 06:12:58 AM AEST
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Quite an interesting tirade of organized random thoughts. Now there's an oxymoron if I ever heard one.
If I look carefully everything I read is problems of the past or things beyond control. I hope you don't worry over them too much. The future is a blank slate, what we do with now will be the past you look back on tomorrow. Live it or lose it.
Take it easy,
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Re: My Own Shadow(MOS)
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by cryingonmyporch on
Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 12:56:21 PM AEST
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Hey everyone comments not nice things to you. And I'm sorry for it! But Hey you have a talent and it's your way to use it!
Keep writing
always
Amy
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