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Crystal drops, shatters,
Rains down thousands of tiny,
Multi-faceted slivers. The broken glass catches the light And I stand for a moment, in awe.
Then I bleed,
A drop for each of the thousand shards To pierce my flesh.
II.
A black rose: the dark side Of the sweetest flower. It is the picture of beauty,
Yet, somehow,
My hand always seems to find the thorn. Now the rose appears to bleed as I do,
But I do not let my senses fool me:
There is no sympathy from nature.
III. Dawn. Bois du Bologne. I stand
by ~UnCanard
God Called...God Called... He asks that you please remove your head from your ass.God Called...
As a lapsed Catholic who has recently returned to the Church, I’m beginning to remember why I left in the first place, and it has nothing to do with the faith. No, my loss of confidence in the Church was a direct result of my disdain for the sort of people who tend to be most vocal in the Catholic community. Before I go any further, let me establish that I take no issue with the main points of the Catholic faith. The idea that salvation requires both faith and good works is one that I not only accept but will not hesitate to advocate in an argument.
by ~UnCanard
HollowI am hollow, empty, a void: Look inside and you will see naught But blackness. My soul has long since Left me, a shell all that remains.Hollow
I stare without truly seeing; I listen, but without hearing. Even touch does not register; I feel absolutely nothing.
But even with my inner void, Even with the absence of pain, I still have not found happiness-- The void does not allow for it.
by ~UnCanard
Signs of weaknessThe tears are proof that I am unable To handle what life has thrown at me and I hear as much; my pain is unworthy Of this show of weakness. And what I feel Is insignificant. I should be ableSigns of weakness
To weather the storm, stand silent and strong. But I can't. My strength fails me and I'm left With my tears and the resultant insults, Endless ridicule just for showing pain. What should I do? If I ignore the pain It will tear me apart. But if I cry, As I would like to, my own family Will destroy me. So what am I to do?
by ~UnCanard
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- Current Residence: Limbo, home of the virtuous heathen
- Favourite movie: Bull Durham
- Favourite band or musician: Danny Gatton
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz/Rock/Country
- Favourite artist: Pollack
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare/Kierkegaard/Pascal
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- Personal Quote: "God's a kid with an ant farm, lady. He's not planning anything."
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