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a poem's voice -- the unheard screams
Created on 2003-07-05 19:02:11 (#1162663), last updated 2003-11-26
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Basic Info| Name: | Faded Cerulean |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 02-11 |
| Location: | Oregon, United States |
| Website: | Unfinished Realities |
BioTry to stop me. I will be heard.
Sometimes I get stuck in my mind. Knowing what to write and when can be difficult for me at times. Especially when it's fiction; but this isn't fiction, so I should have that much of a problem, you know? I guess it's just me. I do this sometimes. I'll start something, and then can't bare to finish it. It might be because whatever characters are involved have become real in my mind and I can't stand deciding their fate. Who am I to play a god?
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There is nothing in this life some people would give up. Human beings tend to hold on to their precious parts of the world until the very last moment. And, even then, some stay; watching, waiting, for—something… or someone. Who is to say that we all don’t stay behind just an instant longer to watch the people in our hearts love, live, and die... Maybe a part of the people we have loved is always there, watching us, waiting for us to come with them into a peace greater than a cool silence.
Sometimes I get stuck in my mind. Knowing what to write and when can be difficult for me at times. Especially when it's fiction; but this isn't fiction, so I should have that much of a problem, you know? I guess it's just me. I do this sometimes. I'll start something, and then can't bare to finish it. It might be because whatever characters are involved have become real in my mind and I can't stand deciding their fate. Who am I to play a god?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There is nothing in this life some people would give up. Human beings tend to hold on to their precious parts of the world until the very last moment. And, even then, some stay; watching, waiting, for—something… or someone. Who is to say that we all don’t stay behind just an instant longer to watch the people in our hearts love, live, and die... Maybe a part of the people we have loved is always there, watching us, waiting for us to come with them into a peace greater than a cool silence.
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