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Losing M y s e l fI see it around meI feel it beside meI want to see it in somebodyto feel what I feelto see me as I seewhen looking inside meat themwhen their eye\'s are so still...keep me aliveherefor just one more moment...so I can lose myself.
A Vague S u r m i s eI often sympathize with thingsthat may ariseTo vitalize the syllogismMysticism exercise...To Utilize this witticism,Egoism,Tyranize,A true and routine criticism must criticizethe Altruism,then Colonize the Cataclysm,to obtain a vague Surmise.
Not a Poem - But a WarningA can of worms has been opened I fear...As a one time writer, long long ago...I have more than I even want to know...thats not a poem but a warning... ...Abandon all Hope, Ye who enter Here.How should I begin this?There are many who have tried...Some have gone to live...Others, have gone to die...and then there was I... ...Why?How should I end this?
I N D R E A M SIn DreamsLife became a fleeting momentafter I awokefrom dreams of shining watersI sat beside a sparkling brookThere is so much to see in dreamsthat life persists to hideSo now I\'ll open up a doorand take a look insideTo sit with whats concealedin this tomb we know as lifeCan only bring upon me sorrowand the pain of futile life.
Of No Apparent MeaningOf No Apparent MeaningI cannot attend the barricadeFrom out within the brainA swirling dismal serenadeFor which we must abstainAfraid we forbade - maintainDissuade the parade we\'ve slainObtain!Refrain we must the rain - masquaradeContained or drained - retrogradeStained!At time we seek to feignThe crusade in which we reignAnd for that the mind pertainsA charde is what remainsA psychotic hurricaneOf violent plasmic shadeIs what we\'ve all attainedAfter we\'ve obeyed!
SICK RONALDSick RonaldAge 18Stillness is the lack of motion.The Room was still.Ronald knew what stillnes was. He had been practicing for hours, crouched low in a dark corner, unseen within the shadows.He was a shadow.His stillness finally paid off when an old woman creaked open the door and peered in to the darkness of the seemingly abandoned room. It appeared uninhabited for a long time, which is exactly what she had wanted to see. She stepped in and quietly closed the door.Ronald drooled, \'A visitor,\' he thoughtThe old woman letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, looked around at the dusky shadows of unknown objects piled around the room. She decided that here would be an excellent hiding place. She would need to hide for a long time since earlier that day she had been down near the ocean and saw that that poor homeless man. She felt so bad to see the neglected soul, so unhappy looking, so forgotten by a careless world. She thought, all this man needs is for someone to come along an