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Monday, October 4, 2004


   Typing this at lunch...
I a haven't posted any poems for awhile, so I thought I'd do that:

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Gargoyle:

Breaking down from lack of feeling
Tortured within by spines of reality
Negativity is all that is left again
Borrowing time, day after day to survive

These simple things haunt my soul
Floating my humanity beyond my grasp
These wings of mine are too tattered to fly
And I feel my feet begin to form into stone

A young girl approaches me with hands held out
Holding a ball of light within her palms
As my legs take the form of the earth
A see my own ball of light escape my heart

The orb in the girls hand now larger
She skips away as if nothing was wrong
Angry now, I try to chase her, but my feet don't move
Frozen in time now, I am only a statue...

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