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Post by Christian on Dec 29, 2005 22:03:25 GMT -5
An entry from Christian's poetry book:
pure oxYgen-
soiled air i'm breathing now tasteless but corrupt burning me, infusing life not worth giving up
enigmatic life o' mine silently making noise a puzzle wrapped in riddle yet still amongst my joys
questions without answers answers without speaking questions filling oceans now sprung a leak and sinking
taking hands of invisible friends hanging on to hopes and dreams but within a stitched up body stuffing rips at its own seams
sharing with an everfriend to assist me in my strife another reason to keep breathing burning me, infusing life
soiled air i'm breathing now a puzzle in a riddle answers without speaking taking hands of invisible friends another reason to keep breathing
-C
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Post by Kerri on Dec 29, 2005 22:08:12 GMT -5
That was cool.
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Post by Christian on Feb 18, 2006 11:48:29 GMT -5
Entries 2-3:
Guardian's Hymn (Haiku for Amelia)
When memories fade Don't look down, and don't look back We've got eachother
Shelter: Shed (Written after Amelia left)
The pain lessens day by day Too far gone This room is so cold I can't see you anymore I'm not alright I'm not that strong This is the world I live in It's filled with hollow echoes Shadows of what isn't now
-C
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Post by Christian on Aug 8, 2006 13:24:44 GMT -5
Entry 4
Liquid Stupid
(*Note, this has nothing to do with anyone specific, just a prime example of why I hate drinking)
Darkness falls and the bright lights are lit. And all of your friends wanna go out for a bit. Nothing to do, no where else to be. Nothing wrong with being out until three. One shot, two shot, three shot, four. Moving like a fool out on the dancefloor. "Wanna dance," comes the question, posed by some new guy. You oblige, whats the harm, with a wink of your eye. Hip bumping becomes grinding and other heated moves. Would the man who loves you at home still approve? A playful peck it starts out then a full blownout kiss. Some new guy wants sex, but is it worth this? The alcohol smiles at him, an approving green light. You're in bed with someone who doesn't love you at the end of the night. Meanwhile at home, your best friend is in tears. His hopes, and dreams all drown out in his fears. A night out for fun proves too much by chance. And it all started out with one innocent dance. The buzz wears off but the secrets unspoken. And somewhere at home an unguilty hearts broken. And your fun night with friends ended up in a strange bed. The one who truly loves you holds a gun to his head. All of it broken and all of it lost. Drinking your 'liquid stupid' was all that it cost.
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