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writing those lines is anything but
a cry for attention.
i desire the purity of a tribe with no vain
where i belong.
or i can pretend i belong better than
i do now.

i am slowly becoming
the pathetic poet
I hate the most.

i am stripping.
pulling off taboos and restrains,
washing away my disbelief.
teach me how to believe again. i struggle
with the profound
need for fate.

did i give up?
is the passionate believer dead,
and is a fateless soul walking
with their body now?

the voices in her head cease
to scare her.
they are now singing with the voice
of the most angelic choir,
filling her with thoughts behind the dim
mist of the sound, clouding the space between
the walls of her skull.

passion. ignorance. hatred.
desire. need. sorrow.
hope.
hopelessness.

love doesn’t exist in those angelic,
heavenly songs of the subconscious choir.
the existential meaning of “do you love me?”
gets reduced to “do you want my body?”

do you need the warmth of my tears
against your skin;
the devotion of my material self
as I twist in ecstasy and agony
at once?

who is the antagonist now?
there’s no one to hurt her
except for the orchestra in her soul.

her fingers curl around the cold sheets
as she moans the names of stranger.
no one is in the room but her.
the cries echo between the walls of
faded wallpaper.

but maybe,
she thinks as she screams another name
into the blue darkness,
someone out there wears that name
in need to find out someone else
to cry out for them.

another name escapes her chapped lips.
and she closes her eyes.

wake up!
make that stop! please!
press “Pause”.
©2009 ~Lasaraleen
:iconlasaraleen:

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it takes me a lot of courage to post words.
again.

comment with any critique or anything you want.
i will highly appreciate.

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:iconamoralbutterfly:
i like this. a pity yu dun post werds often. :]

poets can be pretty pathetic, but s a penchant i can't seem tu shake. lol..
:iconvitriolbg:
:tighthug:

много ми харесва...

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Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known...
-Winnie the Pooh
:iconlasaraleen:
:glomp:
покорно благодаря!

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Boycott love, and detox just to retox...
:iconatypicallystrange:
страааотно е, фофче :]

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:iconlasaraleen:

е па, много мерси дет се вика ^^


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Boycott love, and detox just to retox...

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