Thanks guys, it really means alot..
And thanks Kris^, you nailed some of the things I don't like about my own writing.
Now, last night I was in something of an odd mood, and I wrote.
This stuff is in a slightly different style, not my norm....
I'm anxious to see what you all think...
A Long Walk
I walk.
It is a new concept,
To move from where I am.
I step onto a guidline.
No destination,
No end to the road I have taken.
I simply drift along.
Not to further a cause.
Nor to meet an end.
I simply travel.
Perhaps a flawed thought,
A misguided endeavor.
I will still wander.
Throughout chaos,
Past broken dreams.
I pass by.
Along the eternal road,
Companions on the path draw near and pass away.
I continue to transverse towards my unattainable destination.
And the road continues,
Though I must find a place to take reprieve.
I can no longer meander.
Without me the path,
Continues into eternity.
I watch others walk.
As I flow away from it,
The road does not end.
I simply am on a different path.
No end to this,
No need to cease,
No pause in my wanderings.
I walk the road not into eternity.
But within it.
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Mirror
I stand before the shards.
Staring at the broken glass.
Today I saw myself in a mirror.
And now I gaze upon my reflections.
Split into pieces,
For the whole was unsatisfactory.
I look at my shortcomings,
See my own weakness.
Frozen in time,
My own image stares with accusation at its genesis.
Shown this truth,
My mind reels,
Shattering upon concepts that I refuse to accept.
After musing upon these thousands of pieces,
Millions of images,
Slivers of myself.
I wonder if the reflections are more,
A better myself than I am.
And as I ponder,
The glass coalesces.
The mirror reforms,
And a new truth stares back at me.
I reach out,
Touching this,
This perfect embodiment of what I am.
And I start,
Realizing my hand is at my own chest.
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Strange Dreams - Dedicated to April, happy birthday.
Darkness,
Confusion.
Reality is left behind and insanity reigns.
The blackness lifts and parts,
Revealing a dreamscape.
Upon wings of etherial nothing, shadows dance amongst the chaos.
No laws govern within this.
No definition can encompass it.
Fear,
Broken nightmares course throughout the pandemonium.
All that was,
Is no longer.
All that is not,
Becomes the norm.
Fantasies and dreams are truth.
Reality a forgotten nightmare.
Change is the only constant,
All else subject to its whimsy.
Time ceases to have meaning,
Concepts of old solidity fade to lies.
The chaos revolves,
Drawing all into the heart.
Just as all things become clear,
Showing patterns in their own discord.
The bubble bursts,
And I awaken.
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