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I was blinded
black matter invading my mind
visions of hell and thereafter
I cried for the so called Savior
I was dancing
an infinite waltz, a never ending battle
I feared the sunrise would hold naught
I feared to fall inexorably
I was naive
my faerie-tale sensibilities clouding me
always having been enlightened
I was fading
I am pure
filtered of the filth and lies
my eyes burn
away the divine truth.
black matter invading my mind
visions of hell and thereafter
I cried for the so called Savior
I was dancing
an infinite waltz, a never ending battle
I feared the sunrise would hold naught
I feared to fall inexorably
I was naive
my faerie-tale sensibilities clouding me
always having been enlightened
I was fading
I am pure
filtered of the filth and lies
my eyes burn
away the divine truth.
Literature
Limits: A Psychological-Thriller - Short Script
FADE IN:
EXT. PIZZA SHOP - DEAD OF NIGHT
...emphasis on DEAD.
A lowly PIZZA JOINT glistens in the MOONLESS NIGHT. It's BLINDING interior shone through the front window is an EYE-SORE compared to the DESERTED shopping center it inhabits.
CUT TO:
INT. PIZZA SHOP, REGISTERS - DEAD OF NIGHT
The MANAGER, JASMINE, is glued to the house computer, bordering on the store's REGISTERS and KITCHEN. No more than 22, the hours have started to GET TO HER, barely aided by a lukewarm cup of COFFEE.
She sends the final email of the day, and she's DONE, CLOCKING OUT with the online TIME TABLE. She gives the store a once over while finishing h
Literature
Monster
I don't believe in me, said Monster,
or in the things I've created.
Upon heaps of words I sit, but understanding...
well, it's always much farther away than I thought.
In the dark passages of time, my hands find only blank space,
an open mouth.
I've fallen into nothingness.
Lethe pours through my fingers like ruddy ink.
I can't dream and I grieve.
I feel oblivion on my breath.
Acrid and salty,
a reaper's shadow on my bones.
Speak to me, please,
before it devours me.
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The Walls of Deception
You once pleaded with me to follow you through one of the Doors of Perception, but I didn't want to take that trip. No, I had my happy and successful future all mapped out, and it was supposed to put me on a different plane than the one you were flying high on.
Yet you were the one who landed laughing. My trip ended in a crash. You are still seemingly young and wild and free. The world can remain your oyster, with you as its pearl.
I am trapped here, where I have found myself encircled by walls which themselves are surrounded by trenches and barbed wire. This is a prison of my own making, a hellish price I pay for my deceit, my errors, my n
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Exactly what the title says. This poem reflects my loss of faith, it's very personal as my whole life I had believed in something that now seems like a myth to me.
Also-I do not hate religion XD In fact, I find it is beautiful when has faith and hope and such because they want to, I only hate religion being forced upon you, being forced to follow things you don't like or understand or agree with.
In fact, I am still unsure of what I really believe.
Also-I do not hate religion XD In fact, I find it is beautiful when has faith and hope and such because they want to, I only hate religion being forced upon you, being forced to follow things you don't like or understand or agree with.
In fact, I am still unsure of what I really believe.
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This is a wonderful poem, I only feel ease of reading could be increased by use of more grammar.