I love that. I also love your newest one. Your an amazing writer...I'd love to see more of your stuff one day. <3

April

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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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"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

UH. . WELL. . ..

Hmmmmm. .

given no other option. . . . .



APPLAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well done Wolf, you have taken the first steps toward a more aware future.

Kris^

Mediocrity is doing it THEIR way.

well all i can say *stands up and applauds* Chris your writing is getting better and better with each one. I have told you before which I like and dislike but great work.

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Whoa... it seems every time I read some of your writing I get blown away by how brilliant it is.
I love the way you tell the story through your writing
I really liked 'Mirror', especially that last line, it's very powerful.

Chris pwns teh writing

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Thanks Chris...you're an awesome guy. <3<3

April

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No trouble, you deserve it.

Anyways, I was writing again....and this came out a bit far left from my norm, lemme know what you think, as always.


Friends
Solitary.
Alone yet never wonting for company.

This is what I am.

I stand inside the mob, the mass,
I stare through their lies, images of what they are not.

Those around me fade to black.
I am at peace in my isolation.

Yet there are a few....
They do not vanish.
They don't become background static.
But why?

A new word murmurs low in my contemplation.
Friend.
Friend is for those too weak to stand on their own,
A crutch for the frail.
Isn't it?

My thoughts close,
My mind queits,
But they still will not cease.

Now they stare.
Not through me,
As the rest.
But at me.

The very concept rips holes,
Tearing gaps in the walls around me.
Shattering ideas,
Demolishing the cage I never saw.

My Friends.

From alone to...
What is this feeling?
This sentiment?

I see their lives,
Playing out before me.

Yet..
I care.

Their pain is mine.
Thier guilt, I share.

Weakness?

As the word crosses my thoughts,
One falls into peril.

Perceived weakness becomes fury.
Black rage driven into desire to protect.
To heal, and to extinguish the thing,
Audacious enough to harm them.

This feeling,
Unknown.

Who I am has changed.
There are individuals within the mass.
People who matter.
Beyond my own needs.

My solitude transformed.
Belonging.

A place that is not tangible,
Where I...
Can be who I am,
But not alone.

Forgotten shadow no longer,
My path shared.

The inevitable end does not weigh anything,
The conclusion of the journey is not terrifying.

Standing beside me
My friends and I,
Face the broken world.

Through each other, we have the strength to change it.

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"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

feck, Chris, that was AMAZING!!! i havent read all of them, but they were so beautiful!i loved the first one- the message was so simple and beautiful. wow... so... just, wow!

Thanks Caity

Hmm, I seem to be on a changing the world binge lately....
This should be all of it though.
...we'll see.

Fallen
Broken dreams descend around me.
Shards of shattered hope piercing my skin.
Cutting beyond the flesh.

I watch entropy overtake order.
Death reigns above life.
Everything that is right has faded.

Where is the light within the black?

The false paradise revealed.
Stripped bare of its lies,
All that made it beautiful has ceased to be.

Nightmares are the only truth.
There is no place for joy.
Even false pleasure cannot remain here.

What is this hell?

Beliefs are rent asunder,
Split and destroyed,
Along with the lies.

The bitter truth shines out.

Is this reality?

The chaotic abyss pulls everything into itself.
No light is left.
Absolute cold, utter dark.

I stand and watch the world fall.

Sharp pain courses into my soul.
And I awaken.
Fear, frailty, disarray play in my thoughts.

I will not allow this.
My life may be a speck,
Yet the most minute pebble,
Creates ripples in the pond.

Pandemonium becomes resolve.

I refuse,
This nightmare is reality now.
But I will not accept it.

While the nightmare cuts into hope,
I will cut into it.

Though it is powerful.
I am steadfast.
It will not prevail.

Only those who seek it will fall.
I will defend those who remain.

If it means assuming the task alone,
Standing in ridicule,
Unappreciated for eternity by those I fight to save.

So be it.
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There is a long story behind this one.
Maybe another time.

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"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

Just remember what I said last night, bro.

-Mike

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