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Other Topics => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: aVriL1036 on June 01, 2003, 07:06:05 pm
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In this deepening end of my wound
I have created a ravine
Of all my frustrations, of all my yearnings
Each of which dwelt falsehood
And I have fallen out of grace.
Thick webs of dreams weaved by my pretensions
My skin for a cancas painted without light
I am blinded by reality
Deceived by fantasy
And I am shattered into infinite pieces.
My courage is weakened by a fastidious multitude
I am but a hue to darken their glow
I fail to blend and so I drown
The vigor of my imagination immunes me from reality.
Now, I am lost in this vacuum of desires.
I lay my eyes onto the horizon
Of possibilities, of chances
Each of which is an unnotced abundance
I catch a pure soulful glimpse
Of a new sky unfold before me
Me.
Avril is hugging her pillows. 8O
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