I wrote this piece after two very good friends of mine left my circle of acquaintance and a third one came very close. Suicide is pointless. Enjoy it if you can.
Progress falls slowly and calmly.
Like a feather caught in an uproarious
Wind this single piece of
Crystal crimson meets with the
ground of my cold heart.
For this is no ordinary flake but
Instead one of emotion in disguise,
One beguiled with pure thought and stimulus.
Normally I'd have a reaction of some sort or
Another to this symetrical allotment of power,
But my once green fields of response are now
No more than frozen blades of thought.
Much like frozen blades of grass these thoughts
Shatter easily with any sort of outside contact.
It is now that the frozen beauty hits home, but to no avail.
I'm numb. I couldn't cry, smile or laugh,
All because I'm dead inside.
Poetry by Latiep Nolingus
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Written on 2006-01-04 at 08:11
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Dead Inside
One single flake signaling Winter'sProgress falls slowly and calmly.
Like a feather caught in an uproarious
Wind this single piece of
Crystal crimson meets with the
ground of my cold heart.
For this is no ordinary flake but
Instead one of emotion in disguise,
One beguiled with pure thought and stimulus.
Normally I'd have a reaction of some sort or
Another to this symetrical allotment of power,
But my once green fields of response are now
No more than frozen blades of thought.
Much like frozen blades of grass these thoughts
Shatter easily with any sort of outside contact.
It is now that the frozen beauty hits home, but to no avail.
I'm numb. I couldn't cry, smile or laugh,
All because I'm dead inside.
Poetry by Latiep Nolingus
Read 771 times
Written on 2006-01-04 at 08:11
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