Words/Feelings With a name = Painful Journey

[tray]

Again raw feelings...
I know where they are comin from but u dont wanna know that ...
Just read..
of course comments are welcome..
Pls be gentle

tray
Going through the motions of everyday,
everything seems the same,
Well allmost,
Now so fibrant, not so alive, one big puppet show
a monotoneous mess... praying for release, cannot find it anywhere,
Oblivion easily obtained, but never the release,
Wanting what you had, Knowing it is what you need to survive.
Breaking and crumbling in the wind,
Cant figure out how to hold yourself up and keep yourself there...
Chuckle to yourself, Know what you need,
All there is to do is wait and will it to come right back...
Its not budging ;
You start to smell your own insanity, you dont care anymore, just want it back...
All there is is pain, and the time to feel it...
Only one unseeable way out which is through the sands of Loneliness the rifts of the Hollow...
You may find it here, you may find it now...
But alas it could be another trip away. No one can tell you certainly can't.
You want back the unatainable they say...
That is all you hear beyond the whirl of life..
the only one to believe you will succeed is yourself, that is the only thing you have to rely on,
believe yourself,
search yourself...
trust and it will all come around...
You must give your everything for that one slice of Perfection...

 

[RaveAngel]

I know I know.....ohhh how I know....
*sigh*
Ski
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"Shine on you crazy diamond....."

 

[PixieLoca]

(Tray)
You're words are brilliant and beautiful.
I think you could describe the stars, But as for what you have described here, it is feeling. And all we have as human nature has assured is feeling. It seems sad sometimes what we are left with...
lonliness
curiosity
the importance of unimportance & Vice/versa.
Keep writing, for in the description of an experience of a feeling, you often will find the answer. or the friend. or the possibility you set out looking for.
-)ixieLoca

 

[Shamen]

tray, describing almost exactly what I feel, here is some more madness for the sane judged sane by the insane.
Let the mist swirl about you we are carried to a land after time. No one but everyone stands there, everybody stares at you, can they tell? I don't let on who we are, act normal they tell us, easier done than said. What is my mission here, what are the others jobs, were they sent with me to sabotage my secret status?
The waves of paranoia creep over my body like the bugs who poison my heart. How can I continue when I feel the judging eyes always upon my back, waiting, watching patiently for a time to strike.
The snakes slither so quietly in the tall grass, I am vulnerable here alone, I must keep on the move. I can't stop here for the years you want, no time for you, no time for me. If I could create more, should I, would I? No time for that, stay on the run, nobody can catch me if they can't find the real me.
PLUR
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Everyday people are becoming more and more my enemies. The people are replaced with sounds of technology and the drugs that are spawned from them.-Shamen

 

[Shamen]

tray, describing almost exactly what I feel, here is some more madness for the sane judged sane by the insane.
Let the mist swirl about you we are carried to a land after time. No one but everyone stands there, everybody stares at you, can they tell? I don't let on who we are, act normal they tell us, easier done than said. What is my mission here, what are the others jobs, were they sent with me to sabotage my secret status?
The waves of paranoia creep over my body like the bugs who poison my heart. How can I continue when I feel the judging eyes always upon my back, waiting, watching patiently for a time to strike.
The snakes slither so quietly in the tall grass, I am vulnerable here alone, I must keep on the move. I can't stop here for the years you want, no time for you, no time for me. If I could create more, should I, would I? No time for that, stay on the run, nobody can catch me if they can't find the real me.
PLUR
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Everyday people are becoming more and more my enemies. The people are replaced with sounds of technology and the drugs that are spawned from them.-Shamen