prose poetry

2/3/05

my mind is full of misery I wished I could dream but my dreams were smooshed by my non-existant misery and now I am only left to live no more shall I wander the dilapidated alleyways of lies searching for my electrocuted dog in the time of space one day I shall be free of all this misery and will fly away into forever but for now I wait

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I ponder the existence of negative energy saps away our meaning but necessary for any happiness at all one day I will understand the path of pain to betterment why we torture ourselves for love I do not know but I do it anyway no one loves me we are all individuals but only collectively so one day I will wonder why we bother to die

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fumes of dismay enter through one ear and float on through I am content mellow ready for a surprise which will not come I am full of things but are they full of me? maybe I need to wonder to be able to resist choice is given only to those worthy - those who do not want it then there is no choice do you see the irony in that? I could fly away one day and notice nothing at all because nothing at all would be how I would feel the buzz the motion has fallen throught the depths of time to create nothing but empty particles of nothing around me this is impossible, but everything is possible don't tell me otherwise.