BlueScreen
Fail 2.0
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- Nov 8, 2008
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I am in the mood to write a poem for you...here goes.
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I sit here in silence, it's never enough, I swallow the pieces whole.
I came up with an idea once, felt like such a surprise, it fell through, though, when forced to face the facts.
I am tired of trying, trying to find something to quell what will be and is, the inevitable collapse.
And these people, they keep coming back
These moments, as they pass, how they seem, in retrospect, as units of life lived.
To live within a perpetually permanent past. A life defined by an accumulation of acts.
I am tired of an aloneness I chose but, still, I cannot ignore this hunger for more.
I am a speechless poet, a metal muse, an intense implosive fuse.
Lost in the infinite, my anchored -self , completely and utterly confused.
This is way more human. And I identify with it, as much as we are aware of stuff we are unsatisfied and restless in a way.
We should random post in here more often. I had the last line of your other one pop into my head today when I was doing something.