grey.

[harraser]

the sun is rising
on another empty day
an endless absence
i feel lonely
i need some time alone

roads paved with phantoms
their cries dont touch me now
they make me feel sick
weakness feeds weakness
i should know

and when the time comes
when the skies are filled with rain
will i ride out the storm
or will i fade away?

 

[cherub]

sometimes ant the things you write make me sad to read this is one of them.
hugs love you hun!

love cin

 

[neverwas]

the sun is rising
on another empty day
an endless absence
i feel lonely
i need some time alone

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will i ride out the storm
or will i fade away?

*sighs* this one actually left me lookin for words to write i guess its a case of the old 'sink or swim' ? it pulled a huuuuuge string in my heart to read the words absence, lonely and alone all in the one section.

(hope your feelin somewhat better than last night)

 

[Cosmic Mist]

heya mr firesticks... your work is magestic in its simple imagery, as always. I am a fan - but then you knew that anyway.

And as for the loneliness, i can relate to that - sometimes the only thing that will truely cheer one is to be left completely alone with one's thought and emotions - but this can also be devestating. Sometimes what you really need is to be amongst people. Maybe a change of scenery is what you really need...

I digress... i guess all i should really say is that, when the roads are paved with the phantoms of another time, perhaps then it is time to turn around and start to move forward. Or turn off the track altogether and run through the empty field next to the road - you never know what you'll find...

*Hugs*

 

[Dagny]

Yes, weakness feeds weakness. As does fear, uncertainty, ignorance, ego... so many things to fuel the demon. I'm sick of weakness too, love.

Funny I always loved the grey days best of all though; you're spared the glittery falseness of sunshine, still given enough light to see by but no need to hide from the glare.

When it starts raining you should find some puddles. Then start skipping thru them, and don't stop until the splashing is high enough to reach your shirt.

 

[Innocuous]

I liked this alot, for both its content and the way you've woven it as poetry.
it's perfect.

 

[up all night]

*bump*