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shaken earth, the trembling ground. or is it my legs gone weak from the sound of the dying. the loss that I feel, when I see the world crumble and kneel. the songs and the lyrics warp together we all sing the words, scream them loudly, we abandon true creativity and do it proudly. echos of greatness is all that there is, so i've left the dry world, and gone to the abyss, to find myself roaming down once darkened hallways, to find myself lost in twice darkened corridors, trapped in a darkness, but i won't go away, because nothing remains but barrens anymore. statues with popped collars stand tall in dust, a music television natio

I fear I may have ruined you. I let you go, a thought so wrong, that caused you pain undue, and leads this remorseful song. A mistake that lead to pain, a pain that led you away, back to love strong again, but to another, his day. I take the blame upon myself, knowing full well your culpability, but I just can't help myself, I broke your sensibility. A wrong I cannot seem to mend, the begining of your downward trend, and the showing of my fault, forever will be my failing in your endeavor. All he brings is pain, true, but all i bring is the memory of the one pain I caused you. My broken sense of chivalry wishes to tear mys

i am lost again in this strange darkness. it surrounds me with feelings of memories of others and dim lights like flickering candles light my skin and warm my inner self. Lost, though i am, in the dark i am not alone, never alone, never. She is near me, nearer still in the dark, closer than our skin allows. Ourselves combined in the soul. i feel her hand on my arm, warm and soft, it knows my shape, my scars, my strength. her eyes, closed, still somehow searches my heart. Within it she finds something i could not find myself she finds the whole inside me. A whole, which she is a part of, just as I am in hers. i am somehow found.

Rafterman Chapter 6: "The Deep" The forests of North Georgia can feel empty and alive at the same time. Without seeing a single animal, the sound of birds, the wind through the pines, the walls of dense undergrowth, and the canopy above can make someone feel very cramped when they're the only person for miles. Almost like the world had a collar and this was the top button or at least it felt that way while you were there? The night didn't help. Darkness has a way of playing on the mind: it makes all things look the opposite of the way they should. Distant object seem closer than they are, close objects seem out of reach and to those who sp

What is life, if not an experience to be shared? The search for purpose, the search for meaning, the search for total happiness: These are mere illusions we create for ourselves, trying to fill the void in our lives which should be filled with something more meaningful than ourselves or our own wishes. There are holes in you, just as there are holes in me. Together, we come together, and the peices fit, like thousands of simple peices of yarn being woven together by unseen hands. We become an intricate tapestry that has it's own meaning, it's own purpose, it's own happiness. We are whole alone, yet only together, are we even rem

A sweet dream of a child's laughter, of flowered fields and a happy after. Here in the dark, so close I can't miss the mark, what kind of life has such a spark? Her childish ways seem so deceiving. Without deep questions she finds meaning. Yet there are, in her tears, still some childish fears, or maybe she's lost something truely dear. Trashcans, filled up trashcans, filled with all of the things that made her feel at home Trashcans, filling transhcans, filled with all the things that brings her spirits home, her spirits home. I used to think of her as shallow, but now i know, she's on the narrow. She's just like me, lost as

My room is dark and alone. I sit in it, but my mind is elsewhere. It has no stationed throne, instead it wanders everywhere. It sees things that may have been and things may may be now, but they are only visions in this world I sit in now. I daydream before I sleep, an akward begining to my night, for my waking dreams are deep, and they often seem more right. For my dreams at sleep are fantasy, and crazy notions of my mind, but my dreams, while waking, are reality and much, much more less kind. Cruel twists of fate wrap round with care, as my mind plays tricks unfair, for my waking dreams are nightmares, and they use a temp

I woke up again this morning, this was much to my surprise. My life from me was draining, long before the sun did rise. Still, here I do empty lay, trying to figure out my mind, struggling to figure out why I woke up for, caught in a bind. A purpose, lost, or never had, is my sad, and upheld part. I question even the sad rythms of my beating heart. I wonder, constantly, if I'm too quick or, by bad chance, to late, I wonder when I will fall too sick or death will come and my soul take. A dark possibility, to be sure, but it is one none the less. We must see life has no cure, or else life is mere excess. Perhaps that is the

"Chasing Shadows" Derek Felbook pulled out his cellphone, almost praying if it didn't seem so pointless now. No service. "Dammit." He turned to look at Alice and Jasmine, still holding onto each other. He then looked at David, who was looking back at him, "We need a plan." David nodded, "Damn straight." Derek looked at the floor, trying not to look at the body of the young man swinging slowly next to him, "We need something to fight with." Derek looked over at Jasmine and Alice, "Take Jasmine with you, Alice is in no condition to be out wandering. I'll take her back to G1 and lock the door. Take two flashlights and go back to the office, the