Things have been different from the beggining...

[harraser]

The poetry has gone for now
I don’t know if its coming back
I used to be able to write things with a reason

But now I sit down at night
And stare for hours at the masterpiece of an empty page
And I couldn’t bare to add another stroke.

Living a song,
The beauty of drunk love,
The tragedy of separation.

So why this guilt
When I give you what I know you want
Playing this stupid game like a pro.

Time doesn’t seem to mix,
And this song is repeating.
I have a selfish need right now.

How do I trace the line from then to now?
Where’s the proof that it wasn’t all a dream?
How do I even know you were real?

Its so easy to forget,
Memories bitter sweet like granite,
Ive toyed with amnesia like a vein.

The answer is a break,
a broken window.
The darkness palpable on this night in my life.

 

[Queen Beat]

Ant, I picture you as being someone whose life is found in the intricacies of poetry. In all those things we don't quite understand but we can recognise as beautiful, as real, as painful. I don't always understand what's going on inside that head of yours, but I know that you'll always be able to describe it in ways that the rest of us can not. I love you, and thank you for everything that you do for me, for those who read your work and for everyone who knows you.

 

[neverwas]

How do I trace the line from then to now?
Where’s the proof that it wasn’t all a dream?
How do I even know you were real?

Its so easy to forget,
Memories bitter sweet like granite,
Ive toyed with amnesia like a vein.

The answer is a break,
a broken window.
The darkness palpable on this night in my life.

this is another of your good peices...i hope you find some form of resloution in ur heart hun and also in ur mind *snuggles* you know how to get a hold of me if you need somonw to talk to...thats what friends are for

 

[Cosmic Mist]

Hon, you know i am always here for you, just email away, if you want my mob # then PM me.

I love the way you express yourself ant. Keep writing. I love it.

Can't wait until the end of the year.

 

[Dagny]

The poetry didn't leave you, and it wasn't causing that hollowness love. Actually, it's quite possible that the hollowness in a way made the poetry possible. I hurt for your hurt, but I also find joy in knowing you'll get through anything. Keep seeing yourself honestly and the choices will only become more clear. Love to you always, one of your biggest fans.

dags

 

[up all night]

*bump*