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Apathy in RejectionOn this thick night I lie here. I writhe and I shake Away from the dense cloud that fogs my head, Saying, ‘I care not! Why should I?’Apathy in Rejection
My brain sludges through routine, Its reaches dumbed by the thickening blood. My fingers reach for artful quickness, Grasping instead the blanket of air.
Memory finds yesterday- only too slow. With sugared malice she told me, ‘no!’ My fruits were none. Worthy of my labour. Perhaps I should try another field?
Steadily the fog gives way to resolution. The questions etching my mind find solution.
by ~Mattjonda
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C:
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
I love random junk...
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Nick Burridge [www.halcyon-entertainment.com]
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I've got this feeling that there's something that i've missed...
=Apophysis
The time will come for me to meet my maker, and repay him in kind, for all he has done.
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Realize, sometimes I fall in love from a poem,
each language is its own passion
each syntax, a new religion,
and new words, a romance
I get lost in.
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
Some pretty cool writing on hear. Should start writing us some songs one day.
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Nick Burridge [www.halcyon-entertainment.com]
Thankyou very much for the fav!
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.:I Take My Coffee Black And My Lies White:.
Welcome Matt
Please, make yourself at home.
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Realize, sometimes I fall in love from a poem,
each language is its own passion
each syntax, a new religion,
and new words, a romance
I get lost in.
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