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Thursday, March 19, 2009

somewhere away from here

One more day it seems,
another day into the mundane,
where nothing is made
and the screams surround

Alone on an island,
where bridges built,
onto foundations of
nothing but
crumbling statues

the strings are breaking
the world thus drifting
shrunk into a shell
isolated amongst

pictures faded
images blurred
dissapearing
into that known as
memories

closer they wanted
further it seems
closer they wanted
closer it became

bleak it was
the smiles gone
fading into that blackhole
one never to die
anymore

thrust into madness
of what seemed
seemingly ordinary

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

Enshackled

Is this all it seems,
of all the mundane stuff,
of all the nonsense,

laying,
breathing,
barely,

of what is stated,
for now are below average,
nothing extraordinary
only below average.

for she was sleepless,
for six years,
emotionless,
for all has been lost

turning to the ghost of her nightmares
to breath once again
in that mundane past
where everything seem all
damn right

promises of a better tomorrow
is it ever coming,
to see the sun rise above the clouds
and to see dusk fall,
the moonlit once more

for these eyes
have seen lost
lost into what oblivion
the treacherous now
imprisoned

because it hurts
to see you
hurt

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