Updated: 8/26/2001

Really Bad Poetry

Life is a fluid, constantly in motion.  The motion of this river is driven by strong and week emotions.  Emotions, constantly dragging its victims through continues chaos.  Those on the sides flow faster through the currents of life, while those in the center may enjoy the illusion of stability.

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I am falling, falling deeper into the depths of despair.  My entire life stands in ruin, all that I have worked for is gone.  All my dreams, all my ambitions crumble and return to the shallow waters where they originated.  The only course is deeper, deeper into the hole to find the ultimate end, the pain that I justly deserve.  I pray that when time falters, I will be returned to the consuming entropy. No being, ever remembering my life, deeds, hope or desires.

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Pain.  Pain is the essence of life.
The tingle of a pricked finger.
The torture of hunger
The throbbing of a headache.
The agony of loneliness.

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 The alarm begins to beep its cold unforgiving tone.
 Cuddling ever closer to my lover for warmth.  Reminding myself
 of why I must awake.  Thinking of the duties and responsibilities
 of the life I chose. I Struggle to obtain consciousness
 to silence the tone while fantasizing of a time when oblivion will
 allow me to finally rest.

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In the dark corners of my imagination lies a monster.  In the empty building where I work, I can hear the spawn from my thoughts moving.  Moving ever closer with each passing moment.  It delights in the cold emptiness of the building and transmits a cloud of despair that none can endure.  Cloaking its location, always just beyond sight and sense.  Lurking for the proper moment to destroy. To destroy its creator and free itself to carnage the world.  I must somehow survive otherwise all will be lost to chaos.

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