heya,
for those of you who read this fourm and haven't met me (if you have.. then you've seen it.. it goes everywhere i go) i have a grey binder full of writing from the past year and a half. i add to it whenever i feel the need (usually daily). i've decided to post some older stuff out of there, and i think it will show my progression over the past year and a half.
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Fireworks (September 5th 2000)
"Last night I attended the WEBN fireworks with Mia.. and well.. things didn't exactly go as planned."
With my motives undefined
Thoughts begin to capsize
And all is lost in a pool of anxiousness
Or maybe of tomorrow
The want is not gradually pressed
But repressed, recycled, and rehashed.
These attempts allude nothing,
But mean everything.
And still I feel the breath
Sweetly caress as if to remind me
Of the time, the endless summer nights driving nowhere.
Days blur together, with hope and desperation,
I begin to not notice or care,
The thought is pushed into a corner, stored.
The angel in her stratosphere,
Derailed by torment and torture,
Discomforted sighs, with this comes death.
The familiar pure form, while fireworks
Blaze the sky and adorn.
Dave
[This message has been edited by zero9zero (edited 31 August 2000).]
for those of you who read this fourm and haven't met me (if you have.. then you've seen it.. it goes everywhere i go) i have a grey binder full of writing from the past year and a half. i add to it whenever i feel the need (usually daily). i've decided to post some older stuff out of there, and i think it will show my progression over the past year and a half.
------------
Fireworks (September 5th 2000)
"Last night I attended the WEBN fireworks with Mia.. and well.. things didn't exactly go as planned."
With my motives undefined
Thoughts begin to capsize
And all is lost in a pool of anxiousness
Or maybe of tomorrow
The want is not gradually pressed
But repressed, recycled, and rehashed.
These attempts allude nothing,
But mean everything.
And still I feel the breath
Sweetly caress as if to remind me
Of the time, the endless summer nights driving nowhere.
Days blur together, with hope and desperation,
I begin to not notice or care,
The thought is pushed into a corner, stored.
The angel in her stratosphere,
Derailed by torment and torture,
Discomforted sighs, with this comes death.
The familiar pure form, while fireworks
Blaze the sky and adorn.
Dave

[This message has been edited by zero9zero (edited 31 August 2000).]