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Murphy's Law

Contributed by strange_lindsey on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 04:13:47 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



She wanted to lean back
and sip lots of icy Dom pernion
and let happiness consume her
but she could not totally relax.

She was sharply aware
of that spectrical darkness at the edge of things; that crouching nightmare
waiting to spring and devour her.

Her parents had jammed her into a tiny box of fear
had slammed the heavy lid and locked it
and since then she has looked out at the world
from the dark confides of that box.

Her parents had instilled in her a
quiet but ever-present and unshakable paranoia
that stained everything good
everything that should be
right
and bright
and joyful.

In that instant,
her hatred for her mother and father
was as
hard,
cold
and immense
as it had ever been.

The busy days and the many miles
that separated her from those hellish days
suddenly ceased to act as insulation from the pain.

With an effort she pushed down the memories
Forced the past back down where it belonged.
She desperately wanted to surrender to optimism
But black weeds of doubt still sprouted from
the seeds of her past.

She saw those familiar lurking monsters
at the fuzzy edges
of the paradise they described.
She was a true believer in Murphy's Law
"If anything can go wrong, it will."





Copyright © strange_lindsey ... [ 2004-03-24 16:13:47]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Murphy's Law (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 10:25:18 PM AEST
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How sad for someone to always expect the worst. I sincerely hope this is not your life. If it is you, you do have the ability within to change that knee-jerk reaction to life.

Rainbows,
Rita


Re: Murphy's Law (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 07:49:26 PM AEST
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Like Happiness, I too enjoyed this immensely from start to finish. Wait, maybe "enjoyed" isn't the word . . . appreciated? Was impressed by? Not sure . . . but

She desperately wanted to surrender to optimism
But black weeds of doubt still sprouted from
the seeds of her past.

goes on my list of some of the best lines I've ever read at this site.

--Nora




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