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Coalesing, crashing, a creshendo of thought,

Dipping, diving and delving into the recesses

Of My Mind...

Turning, churning and smothering Me with

Its strength and force of storm.

While I flouder, fluster and fumble

with My Own.

Weary Spirit



I pull myself on

Against the constant drag of my soul.

Wishing for a peace that cannot be,

I stumble,

Fall.

And rise again with more determination,

Unable to stay still.

Unable to stop.

I have become tired of this game,

Of it’s stupid rules

And silly lies,

Of the promise of something better,

Just round the corner

Waiting for me.

I pull my spirit with me,

My tired, old, spirit.

Telling myself

“Soon. Soon it will change, another will come,

To share the burden,

To make things better…”

But I travel on,

Round the corner,

To see just another corner in the distance.

And I am still alone,

And oh so tired.

Still I stumble on.

The Fire Of Anger



Flames burn,

Roiling, Churning, Engulfing all,

Trying to destroy the barriers set up to stop them.

Words fuel the fires till all I can see is the dancing

Of red tendrils in front of my eyes.

Angry thoughts eager to be said

Storm down towards my tongue.

I bite them back

Before more damage is done,

And push the flames back

To simmer and extinguish.

In time,

The flames will return

And the fight will begin anew.

But for now

I have won.

And I can keep my silence,

While the words carry on.

A Storm Of Dreams



The storm comes.

Spreading the rain,

And each drop is a dream.



Each dream shatters,

And is lost

As it hits the ground –

The concrete of reality.



The broken dreams cascade,

In a flowing torrent

Down the drains.

Leaving behinds just a memory.

A dream.

Of the storm.

The Evil Within



There is a place deep inside

where the darkness grows,

Where demons long forgotten

dance and play.

Where pain and suffering

hang from the twisted trees like corrupt piñatas,

Waiting to be smashed and release the disturbing memories within.



And in this dark wonderland of misery,

My mind lingers

like a lonely child

playing with needles and pins.

Oblivious to the wounds it suffers,

Or the self-inflicted torture it endures.

For it cannot comprehend,

Nor escape,

The terrifying reality that is;

The Evil within.

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DarkDragon
16:24 Dec 28 2011

Nice :)

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