The stroke from the flatline is not entertaining when you're still breathing.



My masochistic mantra is a little upside down nowadays. Really, I had to convince myself wrong when I tried to dominate life itself last night. And yesterday, I woke up this morning; beaten, soar and blue. Yesterday, I woke up this morning. Murderously new.

Too bad that these silver lines aren't ray of starlights.

Too bad that oblivion isn't pitch black.

But I'm feeling great today.




Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 14:18

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Jessica Rexroat
POW!!! oh man, this is good stuff.
2006-10-15


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
bookmarked . you shine .
2006-10-08


Kathy Lockhart
Being dead when you are alive makes it hard to breath let alone be of sound mind. Lots of depth in here, just trying to go down a few fathoms to fathom this write. kathy
2006-08-20


Teala
Deep stuff--excellent write!
2006-08-20