| Based on a journal entry with a very poetic voice. Ever had one of those nights when you just couldn't sleep? |
*Shards-of-Shame
It's almost over now.2:30 in the Morning
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2:30 in the MorningIt is 2:30 in the morning2:30 in the Morning
Sleep has become a stranger to me.
Physically my bed remains empty But my thoughts remember the sheets. My eyes burn and stay glued to the screen.
Sight is such a wonderful thing
And one of the excuses I make for staying up.
In dreams reality is projected-
Pictures painted on flesh screens. When I am awake, eyes see reality Face-value first, and then the book falls open.
Yet that realization is flawed.
I have no clue what [the hell] I’m saying.
My mind is abuzz, drunk from my Muse.
Maybe I should try to slee
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Oh BabyHindsight twenty-twenty, I now know my mistakes. Alcohol claimed your life, Taking you away from me.Oh Baby
Had I known you were there, My sorrows would not be drowned By the bottle I held in my hand, Memories swallowed in every gulp.
Oh Baby, oh Baby. I am sorry. My heart weeps today, Each beat sullen. Solemn. It knows I took you away.
There were times my hand Rested on you chest, I felt a fleeting heart-beat And later thought it was my own.
Oh Baby, oh Baby. I am so sorry. Had I known it was you Reaching out to me
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From Railroads to Riches -1-Cold water stole Anna’s breath as her head broke the surface. She immediately glanced around, vision impaired by water droplets. Her lips pursed together in order to allow a question to escape, but no sound came forth. She trembled. The cold was unbearable yet all she could do was wade, not swim to the bank. Everything grew dark, but she did not feel faint. In fact she was acutely aware of her neck which started to itch and ache. Her left hand rose above the water and numb fingers pressed against her throat. Nothing happened. Even though her fingers were not aware of the contact between flesh and flesh, her neck was. She at least hoped tFrom Railroads to Riches -1-
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Bleak SunriseIt's a bleak, bleak sunrise When I wake up to your text Asking what's wrong When I'm offset. Asleep.Bleak Sunrise
My dream interrupted By your buzz. You need alcohol more than me, Your right hand must be getting strong.
It's a bleak, bleak sunrise When I wake up to your text Asking if we'll have sex Because it has been far too long.
Your right hand must be getting strong, But my heart is breaking, I just don't know, don't know How to tell you what's wrong.
It's a bleak, bleak sunrise When I wake up to your text Asking why
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Journal History
- Jul 9, 2009 On for a short while
- Jun 16, 2009 Devious Journal Entry
- Jun 15, 2009 Empty Pockets, Heart Full
- Jun 14, 2009 Possible Contest
- Jun 11, 2009 The Pain Lovers Go Through
- Jun 10, 2009 A Set of Broken Wings
- Jun 10, 2009 Solemn
- Jun 9, 2009 A Tale Illuminated on Screen
- Jun 9, 2009 Back and Fuming
- Jun 4, 2009 To Be Continued....
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- Personal Quote: "Strength is universal. We can all overcome...with the right support."- ~Kamcalste
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A comment on our conversation held in my Cows Are Dice deviation.
I miss our long comments, Shard. When are you coming back?
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