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Out to sea by forty2, literature

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Out to sea

I travel wide and deep Far into the unrelenting sea Cutting ties to clinging land Drifting off, alone and free No hurdles exist now in sight, And fewer yet, in this head of mine Freer than ever, the vessel slides forth Coursing to the horizon, severe and divine Crushing humanity is finally reduced To a slight, ever diminishing sound I sail serenely through the infinite deep Leaving forever the pressing ground Setting forth on a voyage of calm I set course through the wild harsh blue With a smiling heart, I lift my gaze Straight at the void I'm heading into

The door by forty2, literature

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The door

The bell rings, soundless To me, the only one that hears I sit up in place, then emerge from my space Drift off to check, skin crawling with my fears Soft sounds emanate from inside the door Siren songs, seductive and still Cold air envelopes the surface from within I breathe in slowly, savoring the chill My watchful eye finds its way To the keyhole, dark, revealing naught But black infinite space, warm and inviting Lapping softly at the tendrils of my frozen thought I slowly step away, an unconscious move Allowing space for the door to open wide My mind acts, my body obeys Walking through over to the other side As I drift, fo

Rebelling against peace by forty2, literature

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Rebelling against peace

Straight times, desperate measures Man rebels against the peace so hard fought Shatters the bottle against the wound; reopening Uttered phrases, only recently forgot Blissfully aware of the damage caused By the harsh, contempt soaked word The short, sharp silence that follows Will, for a long time, be the last moment of peace that is heard Regret, in the aftermath, a silent thought Echoing incessantly, yet a quiet sound In the still dark, where all is near lost An impure, yet addicting contentment is found

Guilt by forty2, literature

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Guilt

A trickle of water glides down the surface (Ivory white, surgically clean) A torrent, a surge of transparency follows A downpour of artificial rain, felt but not seen "Wash my sins away", I bemoan A silent scream, echoing loud Alas I found, it does not work this way For guilt is a disease not easy to stay It gnawed away at me, even in a place of refuge (None to breach the inner confines) For a guilty mind at peace is not A growing blister, not easily forgot I gather strength to break the mold A resolution to a first step (strangely not harder than thought) The heavy load I carry as a memento to the day Feels a little lighter, t

Descent by forty2, literature

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Descent

Stillness reared its ugly head once more "Leave me be", I exhort I fear not be left alone For solitude is the first step to being forgot I fight my inner withdrawal Descent into disease of body and mind Step by step my inner retreat Is marked by struggle to be left behind A burden to the rest of the world Is not something I aspired to be A citizen of the earth I am Bound by shackles, never to be free I fear to be replaced By another person, another face Just another fading memory I will become With an empty uniform left in my place

Same old road by forty2, literature

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Same old road

Where do we go from here? Down that same old road again. Of misery and content Pain and hope In an endless refrain. The road is paved With death and fortune and pain Breaking dreams and beyond The inner you's bane The rear view mirror reflects A past you were glad to leave As you plunge down happy and headless Grimacing inwards, hoping for a reprieve You arrive at a destination You wanted enough to break your being You sit down to pause and think and decide to set out for another journey. One that you believe will actually fulfill All that you hope and dream

Disconnect by forty2, literature

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Disconnect

My brain's disconnected from my body It floats easily enough Above the horde People doing their daily thing Whether they lead a good life or not I do not know. I do not judge My brain sees my body navigating its way thorugh the masses On autopilot, with interesting aural information Pumped thorugh to his absent core Moods sweep thorugh the neurons That make up my identity Melancholy, fear, rage, sorrow and wistfulnes Burrow through to form a semblance of being Which alhtough not peaceful Is not too far distanced from happiness Upon this realization my brain makes the journey back The undead husk regains life And his disconnec

Yesterday by forty2, literature

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Yesterday

Yesterday Bliss was all I had in me Filled to the brim None leake out The blissful cup breaks forth in hitherto unknown agony Whispers of sweet despair of time to come. Breaking forth new waves of cruel fate Reaching the shore and carrying me in Never before had I felt the strange Strong pull of blistering broodiness Wrapped and comforted by its warmth Drawn in, coccooned and in a shell That drowns out the voices of everyone outside I roam the land in search of that elusive unknown Tantalizingly out of reach Through my haze of self deprecation A moment of lucidity rears its unwelcome face "Yesterday it is no more" I tell it

The Promise by forty2, literature

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The Promise

My last minutes dawn Duller than a cloud Lying face-down in a pile of snow Consciousness drifts in and out of me My eyelashes coated with frost My body shivering uncontrollably One thought occupies every fibre of my mind "i will survive... for her, my daughter" 'Tis indeed a tribute to fate How situations can go so badly wrong The monotony of a trivial errand Fleshed out to a living nightmare A strange question had been asked by her, just before I left "Sure I'll come back, why won't I?", my immediate response But dark shadows drifted behind those large eyes And a promise I made, in a moment of dead seriousness I will not give

Twisted by forty2, literature

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Twisted

An image of distortion A vision of filth Her matted hair not blocking the gaze Of her unblinking eyes fixed on mine Dragging herself through the dirt Crippled legs more a hindrance than help Fury set in every wrinkle of her oh-so-gorgeous face One look at the beautiful smile of hers Still sets my heart pounding, Despite the sadistic edge framed by her now cracked and bloodied teeth Tonight I will be her scapegoat A thousand screams will shatter the calm of the night All mine. A price I'm willing to pay For eternity with her,my love

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The journey beyond by forty2, literature

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The journey beyond

forty2: why oh why does this melancholy burrow into my heart so? slientskream: i feel the rain on my face ,silence i hear in my veins. forty2: where does my life flee? why does it abandon me so? slientskream: i want to live,i want to see the beauty in its mighty flow. forty2: the material of the very world turns transparent to me. a diaphonous substance giving me no sensation slientskream: i can see all but cant feel any,i can want all but cant get any,i want to liveon but no one lets me live,save me or kill me,but dont make me stay...for i forever cannot disobey. forty2: an eternal torment. in limbo between worlds, what fate awaits

I wait for her by forty2, literature

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I wait for her

This life of pain, I cannot lead Each breath is laboured, each moment tormenting Why me, why here, why now, questions rattle around in my head, seeking answers but finding only cold silence This is not me anymore Then she came She was the one. She was the one who would rescue me. She was the one who would deliver me, deliver me, deliver me She of hair cornsilk and eyes icy blue, she calls to me, beyond everything I see, she calls to me. "This is but half a life, one that I cannot lead. Such is not deemed existence" She listened to me, heard what I had to say And said, "Give me your hand, I come to take you away from here" And I pl

The tomb by forty2, literature

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The tomb

I can see not out of the room so confined The windows boarded, the light is blocked Darkness presses at me from every side Its cold fingers sending shivers down my spine Each breath a panicked hiss that issues from my taxed lungs The silence is pure, complete, all encompassing I dare not make a sound My limbs ache from tension of being suppressed The cold settles inexorably over my heart "Will I survive the night", I ask myself Trapped as I am inside my own tomb

The man who loved flowers by forty2, literature

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The man who loved flowers

The young man had the look The look of someone foolishly and headlong in love He virtually glided a few centimetres above the ground Visit the florist he did indeed To get a boquet for his dearest A card was attached with it, which read: "To Norma, my true love" The old couple across the street watched the young man The woman remarked wistfully, "How come you never look at me like that anymore?" The man replied jokingly, "Give him a few years or so" The young man finally reached the street It looked about right He turned around around, and there she was Norma, his one true love In order to surprise her, he tapped her back As sh

Cold Silence by forty2, literature

Transformation by forty2, literature

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Transformation

Muscle and tissue Cartilage and bone Seem distant now Am I alone? Senses heighten or dim I cannot tell This is still me (or is it?) Inside this shell. Emotion,love,anger,hate These concepts now alien to me Blood pumps not through my veins Cut me, I do not bleed The transformation was slow, gradual I felt it coming One by one everything stripped from me Leaving me bare The transformation is complete I am a machine

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Effect by forty2, literature

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Effect

A tear leaked out Rolled slowly down the withered cheek Traces of salt left behind Testament to the loss ------------------------------ A heart shattered A future broken Manifestations of reality Reducing her to nothing ------------------------------ Losing grip from the world Slipping into the darkness Cradling the limb he lost His last thoughts on those he left behind ------------------------------ His only thought about whether or not he would reach his appointment on time Knowing not the sacrifice made on his behalf He passes the memorium with barely a second glance A flickering flame all that remains in the soldier's st

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Out to sea by forty2, literature

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forty2

May 13, 2006

Lesson

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The boy looked right into the lightbulb. He couldn't look away for a second. The sharp rays burned a hole through his retina. Thats when he saw the light.

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forty2

Jul 4, 2005

I'm back... again

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Back from a 12 day trip of Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand. Will be posting pics of the trip. I wonder why my sentences have become so concise nowadays.

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forty2

Apr 22, 2005

Dreams

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I've noticed an increase in the number of dreams I've been having in the last few months. Before that, I never used to have any dreams, just a rare few in a year (I'm a very sound sleeper). Each dream is either strange/groteque or painfully normal. So here's a couple of questions: 1.What's the wierdest dream you ever had? 2.What's the best dream you ever had?

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jade161588

Apr 12, 2010

Whereabout in New York are you? Maybe if you're close to the city, you can join us for a meet.

silentskream

May 21, 2009

Thanks for the commentary. High Five

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May 3, 2009

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Sep 2, 2006

Getting a fave on DA still feels like an orgasm.this place is dangerous.Thanks for the faves

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Aug 31, 2006

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TAG YOUR IT!!!! this is so scary. send this to 15 people in the next 143 mins. when you are done press F6 and your crushes name will appear on the screen in big letters. this is scary cuz it works!!!! if you break the chain you will have problems with relationships for the next 5 years NO SEND BACK