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wow, that is really good..

I really like Operation... it was original!

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Believe

I am feeling...
...the overwhelming sensation of being swallowed up
by this hole,
listening
to the lonesome dripping
of tears from a
drainpipe.
The only sight
is the darkness of this cell,
sucking in everything
that comes near,
and never leaving anything
as it was
before.
Yet, I believe...
that there occured
a brilliant flash of light,
causing me to raise my head from my arms,
for a moment,
and smile.
Although the darkness
remains,
I remember
that simple glimpse
of brightness...
re-energized for fighting
away the walls
of this deep grave,
as well as enduring
the sorrowful time it takes
to bring that memory to life...
that memory
of light.

Have you ever tried writing Short stories??? I think you would be awesome at that... your poetry is so fulfilling~

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Actually, I do write stories. Most of them always turn out to be way longer than intended, though. Right now I'm working on one that is faaaar from being finished...but I dunno, I have a few short stories lying around somewhere.

Anyway, thank you for the comment, Kaydee...I like your poetry, as well.

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could make me love you less...

...I don't know, I don't know...*cry*


My Last Glimpse at Life...


I shut my mind
to shrill sirens,
flashing lights.
To a world with
such pain,
I open my eyes.

Darkness consumes
all of my soul,
smothering
every ounce
of any strength
I've ever had.
I fight to escape
(so weak
and so drained),
but the one (broken) wing I have
is just not enough
to fly away.
So I lie
in this nightmare,
lost and defeated...
frightened to death
as the serrated-edged blades
of weeds
force themselves
out of the ground.

But now,
through my tears
I see a sparkle
of light.
All along,
in the darkness,
the stars always shined,
providing my heart
an eternal guide.

With such light
I can see
that among the monstrous
weeds
stand the tiniest,
prettiest
f l o w e r s...
together
they grow,
never to falter,
shining more strength
than the demons
can drain.

Once before,
it had seemed,
I could not leave the ground...
but another soul appears
before me,
with just one wing, herself.
I take hold
of her hand,
and together we fly.

Opening my mind
to shrill sirens,
flashing lights,
I lay on my back
and get my last glimpse
at life.

I spend
my last moments
thinking back on a world
with such pain...
but also such hope,
such strength,
such ongoing light...
creating the
goodness
in all of the plight.

Too late, I see
how that world's
a reflection
of mine...
closing my eyes
one final time,
wishing I'd seen that
before.

OMG! I love how you did that poem! Well, my guess is that the italicized part is when you are dead and are on your way to heaven, and the regular part is when you are still here on earth. Am I right, or am I way off? I dunno, but it was great! I loved it! Besides your song Shiver, this would have to be my favorite of all of your work!

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Actually, what I was feeling while writing it, is that the italicized part is while I'm dying, and getting a vision...an insight beyond the painful things in life that I never saw before I killed myself. And when I return to reality, I regret the suicide because now I see underneath the pain...but at the same time, it's too late.

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Wow, I love that one. I've been trying to write something like that for ages and you have done it perfectly. It's so sad but yet so...inspiring (is that the right word...?) and so deep... I LOVE IT. All your stuff is awesome. You are such a good writer.

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