what is life, but that which is felt?
is a image the same if its never seen?

well said

time makes the world go round,
distance makes it large
yet i wonder, would it still ring ring true
if death was in charge?

should i feel death, or his scythe at my back?
is the chill in the air my fear or his laugh?

indeed, hello dt

i sit in the corner and wonder which mask to put on



the one with the laughter, the one with the tears,



the one that soothes everything or the one that i fear



i sit at the mirror, my reflection looks back



and wonder if its me or the image thats cracked



i sit in the darkness, my hands to my face



unsure if reality is the name to this place



finally getting that the mask ive put on



has finally melted and faded away



becoming the skin i must wear everyday

thank you. you taught me a new word.

sometimes the wind blows at the right moment across my face and i hear the whisper of voices from the past murmuring dark secrets hidden in the depths of the ocean. secrets of pain and of pleasure, secrets that pass through the generations of my family like a birthright and it is in the the most quiet of moments that i remember them all, etched inside of my mind and my heart, and there that they gather, collecting like stones in my pocket until someday when i will find myself wading through the water, weighted down when the tide rolls in. when that moment comes, like so many of my ancestors i will sink quietly and forgotten into my watery grave and pass on the whispers of my sorrow to another.
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there are the days, the warmest and lightest summerdays, when i sit somewhere in a dark house shivereing, heaped in blankets and a cup of tea cradled between my two shaking hands. those days i call myself mad and walk between the walls of my home listening to the voices of the dead which surround me, hearing music no one else can and seeing things in a world that noone else can fathom into exsistence and i tryto convince myself that this madness will pass, and it always does. the thoughts and the sounds, the emotions all seem to float away and leave me to pick up the pieces of the latest episode and i am left unbothered for monthes until once again i caught unawares and i am lost again in the sea of insanity.
i always try to tell myself this will be the last time, this one was the worst because it was the last, but i know that i amlying only to myself, and i dont even do a very good job of it.

haha, you sure do.
but who makes you smile?

Everyody c'mon

thank you

i do too! thanks.

that is too true...

isn't funny, how time slips away

and tomorrow becomes yesterday

and everything we knew

changes in a breath

isnt funny, how tears turn into laughter

and all our pain

seems to ebb away?

isnt funny

how things fade away

and people e once loved

no longer have a place in our lives?

its tearing at me,
clawing through my skin,
that need to disappear,
to forget who i am,
if only for a little while.
i need to forget the disappointment,
the obligations...
its all just too much.
every day is tedious and monotonous.
everyday the exact same
and there is that desperate need
just to be free
if only for a little while

because i saw a part of myself and knew it was the right thing to do.

thanks.

HERE THE CHILDREN LIE AND SLEEP
THE DEVIL BEGS HIS SHADOWS KEEP
AND ALL THE MONSTERS BEGIN TO WEEP
THAT EVILS GRIP IS FAR TOO DEEP

HERE THE ANGELS BEG REPOSE
YET THEIR VOICES HARDLY ROSE
NONE COULD STOP THE NIGHTMARES POSE
ALL THE BODIES IN TERROR FROZE

HERE ILLUSION SREADS IT LIES
NOT GOD NOR MAN COULD ONCE DEFY
WHEN EVIL CHOSES WHO WILL DIE
WHEN EVILS HANDS BRING MURDER NIGH

a mirror stands before me
my reflection beside
night in its infinity
unable to hide
a far more somber image
a child not quite alive