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The following 3 are by Lisa Grant ([email protected] http://www.anglefire.com/in/crashforward) Innocence on a Lonely Night Sweet enamored innocence lying on the bedstand next to the light and the immortal stars play in the dark innocence that is staid and lust for some comprehension of trust but the butterflies are asleep so she must wait The butterflies were restless in their wait for the bane to leave so they could visit innocence who could never lie in trust the butterflies who were so light because of their childlike rejection of lust and the butterflies hovered in the dark..... Innocence claimed herself in the dark ways of her inconsistency to wait for the way of the night's lust to come inside and sit beside innocence to come inside and sit by the light this is a promise for the butterflies to trust The bane of existence began the trust of the peaceful choice of the dark that clashed with the perplexity of light of the never-ending weight on the mind's structure in innocence the bain began this lust..... This crying lust for the lust of creativity in breaking trust which always destroyed innocence who stands billowing on the fringe of dark tears in her fragile constant wait for an answer for why she seems so light When she's heavy with her dimming lightwhy the dark stands at her window in lust why the butterflies wait she couldn't hold them in the ray of trust the rejecter of light and the beholder of dark was her benefactor to the innocence A war crashed between light and dark the butterflies took dark's lust and lost any trust and they gnawed during a lonely night on innocence in wait ---------------------------- endurance of a day; persona night the 6 o'clock news of my narrow ended cerebrum told me hey get your ass out of bed time to stumble together and sundays are always a drag because that's the true beginning of the week and that was the last good night's rest for another 5 days always an easy number to count by - five, ten.... The plastered mascara and the fake smile told me to think about what to wear no one cares what i wear to care okay?and a siamese kitten who had awakened from siamese dreams woke up and walked between my legs and i said go away i have 2 1\2 hours of rush intense life to live through tonight and i don't know what to wear? Preparing for the nonhem maysense i sensed something i had no idea what to do i was standing in front of rockefeller's christmas tree and i stared doggie eyed like a dear listening didn't prepare me because i am a fool i don't listen to your billowing cloud nonsense shaped like Jesus i play polka-dot connect the dots with the stars in a minuit sky so i couldn't hear i couldn't prepare nothin' for the evenings proposed proportion portion of meaty fat meat red because i am a fool with high cholesterol a flying carpet came by and dropped us off next to the circus tent event i was to attend and watch the hawaiian luau outside and pink elephants dead on the floor inside i walked through and the banquet feasted on the remains of boredom and heartbreak-trial and we watched a man beat in his head with antiquity and we laughed at his fear of aeroplanes we seized him stomped and took him for all he had to give because we were all drug addicts needing a high and our rage made us euphoric when the lions were done feeding at the coliseum all were on their carpets and waving their wands and full the quarter to moon we rode away and i went home to bed to think of this ---------------------------- | ||||||||||||||||
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Side Aisle (David Bowie in the black light)I sit across from a man who, had he aged well,had on "fame" clothes,and was not missing two teeth, would have a rather strongresemblance to David Bowie.But instead he sits across, with more wrinkles and halfgrayed hair,wearing;a blue and green patterned shirt knee-holed blue jeans and variouspieces of silver which contrasts sharply with the blackwere his two left front teeth should be. He sits one leg over the other-with languid feminine hands and a wearied look, long tipped fingernails pressed to his temple, takes his hands down and leans that headagainst the glass- taps his fingers in wait and coughsrings the bell and gets off. --------------------------------------------------------- The Lies of A Sucky Love Life people walk by unbeknownst to my sorrows men and women, young and old walk by and don't care some may make eye contact but quickly look somewhere else do they care? not very likely most would just ignore you or treat you like dirt staring down at me as i sit on the dirty floor feeling like i'm noone if i wasn't here, would anyone miss me? not very likely more along the lines of thinking: i'm glad that idiot is out my way, pathetic little idiot sure, i get the occasional smile from a beautiful woman but it's all fake true love is just like a superstition some believe it exists, some don't science can't prove nor disprove it's existence people will put it down, dissect it, and say that it is not true true love is an oxymoron, contradiction of terms, full of shit, a crock, a big fat LIE! you may meet someone and think it's true love but it's not! only a figment of my pathetic little mind, i imagined the whole thing all a big fat mistake, never meant to be it may seem like true love, but that's when the lie starts to feed off of your imagination she's just using you for your money, or sex, or just to get to someone else she doesn't want you. why would she, when she could get anyone better than you you are lonely not by choice, but by society or the "higher" people who are the roots of all of these lies noone will believe you if you tell them the truth the truth hurts too much to matter to anyone who can feel the pain of those lies noone really cares if i exist or cease to noone gives a shit if i'm happy or not some may THINK they do when in all reality, they couldn't care less even if you paid them a million dollars most usually act like they care when deep down inside, they hope you find the truth and realize the lie that's what drives people to suicide a way out someplace where there are no lies, yet no truth no fact, yet no fiction no love and no hate or is there such a place? noone can say for sure that is another lie we all think we know what's out there when noone but the people who have "crossed over" really know what happens noone else people may die, come back, and think they saw the "other side" but that in itself is yet another lie all a figment of our wild little imaginations running wild and free to roam around causing trouble and pain like a parasite feeding off of our pain and misery and loving every minute of it i think i have found a way around the lie insanity most don't like this path few have found it but societies "norm" won't allow this sort of trickery that's too easy there are those who lead a perfect life filled with love and happiness they are the farmers of a lie feeding it to anyone who is in the slightest bit hungry for the knowledge but it is this hunger that kills us in our dreams and brings us into reality to realize that life sucks and then you die Signed, Some Idiot. | ||||||||||||||||
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In My Heart Forever by Jada Marie Andrews ([email protected]) I wanted to tell you I love you today, But I couldn't seem to get the words out,As I pass you in the halls I turn But I just can't seem to get your attention And then again, I suppose I didn't try too hard.I tried to find you at lunch, But you weren't in your normal seat. Your friend told me you were upset about something, And she couldn't find you either.I almost had her tell you for me, But decided that I'd better do it in person. I have to wonder to myself if perhaps you love me too. I once saw you gazing at me but youSeemed to be crying at the time. Maybe that's why I waited this long.I vowed to tell you in last period, Our only class together.We hated the class,But I loved it, because it Brought me to you.I ran to class to see you, Waited by your desk, and then the bell rang,And you weren't there. I asked your friend where you were.She told me you had gone home sick. As I sat in class, I kicked myselfFor not telling you earlier, And swore that today would be the day,No matter what. But then again, I'd said that before�I knew where you lived, So right after school I droveOver to see you. I even bought you a get well teddy bear Holding a heart that said "I love you beary much." I thought it would be a special gift To go with a very special message. My grin widened as I saw that your parents Weren't home to see my profession of love;I was always pretty shy. I had never been to your house before,So I would have had a hard time finding Your room had I not heard your CD playerPlaying that song, it seemed familiar. Oh, yes, it was the song I nearly asked youTo dance with me to. I remember looking at you, about toHead over when another girl stopped me To ask me to dance with her.I turned her down, and started over to you, But you had already gone.I found you all tucked in bed, Facing away from me towards the window, asleep. I laid my backpack carefully on the groundAnd rounded the bed to see you. You really did look ill, your face was so white, I heard a car door and realized that your parents Must have gotten home to check on you,So I had to be quick. I set down the teddy bear without looking, kneeled down And gently kissed your forehead.Well, a little too gently, I suppose, Because you didn't wake.I shook you a little, and then looked down To get your perfect white little teddy to present to you� But the teddy wasn't white.He had fallen in some juice and was stained Dark, matching the color of the heart he was holding. And then I saw your arm hanging off the bed,And I saw your wrist, dripping red, And I realized it wasn't juice.And then I screamedAnd screamed And even when they found us,I continued screaming in anguish, And then the tears came,Followed by the darkness They told me that you had left two notesOn your bedstand. One was for your family,It read: I'm so sorry for the pain I willcause you. I only hope that you can take comfortknowing that my pain, the deep agonizinghurt that was unbearable for me, the pain youdidn't even know was there, is over now. Iwill never again shed a tear. I'm inheaven with the angels now. Please remember me forthe love I held in my heart, the love Inever really had a chance to show. Don't rememberme for this. I love each and every oneof you deeply, and I will always remain inyour hearts. Always and forever. The second note, surprisingly, was for me.It simply stated: I couldn't stand to love you alone forany longer. You're too late. I wanted to tell you I love you today. It took me this to realize that you already knew. I didn't need to tell you of my love today, I needed to show you my love every other day. And I will carry that with me until the day I die. | ||||||||||||||||
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