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			<title>monochromeprincess on "Wander amongst my chosen words if you wish..."</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:54:20 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>monochromeprincess</dc:creator>
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			<description>Thank you very much for your (extremely fast!!) comment, it means a lot to me.&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
I certainly will look at it again - the trouble is I tend to write a lot like it, and sometimes it's very hard to make a particular poem distinguishable from other ones that are trying to convey exactly the same sentiments, but there you go, I certainly will. &#60;br /&#62;
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For those interested, my deviantART is &#60;a href=&#34;http://dreamingshadow.deviantart.com&#34; rel=&#34;nofollow&#34;&#62;http://dreamingshadow.deviantart.com&#60;/a&#62; , although I've not been very popular on there, so I kind of took that as a bit of a rejection to my work, but then again it is a big place, with a lot of...how can I say....younger writers, who tend to prefer the blunt admission of exactly how depressed and suicidal they are, without craft or construction, which is not something you can really comment on in a critical way, more of a 'I think you should get some help' sort of a situation. Of course that is something that I want to oppose radically.&#60;br /&#62;
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Thank you again, I shall cease to ramble now :p.</description>
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			<title>The Jester on "Wander amongst my chosen words if you wish..."</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>The Jester</dc:creator>
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			<description>This was a very enjoyable collection of little masterpieces, but my favourite by far was &#38;quot;footsteps through the leaves&#38;quot;.&#60;br /&#62;
Build on that, please, it could turn into something truly wonderful</description>
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			<title>monochromeprincess on "Wander amongst my chosen words if you wish..."</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:34:19 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>monochromeprincess</dc:creator>
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			<description>A selection of poems selected for your pleasure...&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
In one day&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
On a day when love seemed impossible&#60;br /&#62;
The sun shined and bathed the earth in a heat that made its people rejoice and wear all their pretty colours&#60;br /&#62;
The flowers stretched out their petals as I walked by them&#60;br /&#62;
(it was an effort even to walk)&#60;br /&#62;
Their petals waving into my face and from the centre, where they all met together, there grew little heads, little smiling faces that intruded into my personal space&#60;br /&#62;
Inane grins&#60;br /&#62;
And infectious laughter&#60;br /&#62;
That did not reach me but left a mark nonetheless&#60;br /&#62;
I could not escape the way that parents held their children in their hands and lifted them into space&#60;br /&#62;
And their bliss became them, defined them, and they ceased to be anything else except their infernal, unthinking bliss&#60;br /&#62;
I, amongst all this with the secret knowledge that the world could not survive knowing&#60;br /&#62;
I, the one person in the whole world that knows the truth&#60;br /&#62;
I, burdened with the fear and blinding contempt for all and everything&#60;br /&#62;
I, a fallen raindrop that refuses to be sucked up by the sun&#60;br /&#62;
I, who cling to my own obscurity that none of this can take from me&#60;br /&#62;
And it is me who runs as if escaping some sort of Hollywood ball of flame behind me that threatens my existence&#60;br /&#62;
And everyone holds their breath (except this time no one diverts their eyes to see me)&#60;br /&#62;
Because I might not make it&#60;br /&#62;
But then I do&#60;br /&#62;
They always do&#60;br /&#62;
Isn’t that how it is I tell myself&#60;br /&#62;
But no, because this is real life complete with real truths and real pain&#60;br /&#62;
Surrounded in the unreal, the untouchable existence of others&#60;br /&#62;
Perhaps it’ll all go away if I stop thinking and just keep running&#60;br /&#62;
To keep running&#60;br /&#62;
Is not to think&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
On a day when my life seemed to crumble&#60;br /&#62;
My own eyes viewing the pieces of my head falling by the wayside&#60;br /&#62;
And three colours filled my eyes as if to embody my life&#60;br /&#62;
Red blue black&#60;br /&#62;
And then began to fade&#60;br /&#62;
All at once I was on top of a cliff feeling the air plunging upwards paralysing my physical sensations and freezing my mind into a state of deadening inertia&#60;br /&#62;
I was under the sea, at the very bottom where nothing lives, only freakish remnants of nightmares, and there I lay, the pressure of the world blowing out my ears until there was only ringing to be heard&#60;br /&#62;
I was in the centre of a candle held up by the frightened man who investigated a disturbance in the middle of the night, and I burned and cringed with fear for I knew the events that were to unfold in a sea of bloody hell fire&#60;br /&#62;
I need to gain a grip on reality&#60;br /&#62;
Or I need to let go&#60;br /&#62;
I don’t know which would do more damage to me&#60;br /&#62;
For in the church of poisoned lovers who deserves the most pity&#60;br /&#62;
The one who was driven to watch the only thing they ever gave their heart to&#60;br /&#62;
(or ever would again)&#60;br /&#62;
Die at their own hands&#60;br /&#62;
Or the one who never even knew&#60;br /&#62;
Who held within those doomed eyes&#60;br /&#62;
A picture of the only thing they ever gave their heart to&#60;br /&#62;
(or ever could again)&#60;br /&#62;
And just die anyway&#60;br /&#62;
Meaning nothing&#60;br /&#62;
I tell you none of these hypothetic dilemmas or hours of musing can save you or me or anyone&#60;br /&#62;
Reality does not call for you do the right thing&#60;br /&#62;
You just need to live it and die it&#60;br /&#62;
Sorry &#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
--------------------&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Footsteps through the leaves&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Walk we shall, through woodland retreats&#60;br /&#62;
Lost in our lifeless melancholy,&#60;br /&#62;
To recognise in falling leaves our pain&#60;br /&#62;
We hoped would be washed away by rain.&#60;br /&#62;
Our footsteps old, our minds so much older,&#60;br /&#62;
We do not shiver as the night air grows colder&#60;br /&#62;
For this is our home, this autumn decay&#60;br /&#62;
A world that longs to be washed away:&#60;br /&#62;
How the lark cries, full of sorrow&#60;br /&#62;
Pining for all that will be destroyed tomorrow,&#60;br /&#62;
The trees giving way to the wind's every breath&#60;br /&#62;
Withering and lonely in this season long death.&#60;br /&#62;
Hope is not written on your boughs, dear tree,&#60;br /&#62;
Nor do the butterflies look like they are free&#60;br /&#62;
To fly wherever they please&#60;br /&#62;
Caught in the net of autumn's fierce breeze.&#60;br /&#62;
I cannot cheer you, anymore than I can cheer my soul,&#60;br /&#62;
I cannot give what sadness stole&#60;br /&#62;
For in my heart there is no light&#60;br /&#62;
It exists like you, in eternal night.&#60;br /&#62;
I leave my mark here, a path for all to see,&#60;br /&#62;
An impression like the one my love left on me,&#60;br /&#62;
And although I will keep walking, soon to be gone,&#60;br /&#62;
As the world tumbles down those footsteps live on.&#60;br /&#62;
 &#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
-----------&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Dark waters&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
A death so hard to take&#60;br /&#62;
Your corpse still talks, still walks around&#60;br /&#62;
You're free to do as you please&#60;br /&#62;
To love faithful, colourful whores&#60;br /&#62;
Perhaps it's me that died&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Sorrow - a return to that romantic vision&#60;br /&#62;
Of deep and seated melancholy&#60;br /&#62;
That presides in the hearts of true lovers -&#60;br /&#62;
That I can take,&#60;br /&#62;
Dark waters so frequently travelled...&#60;br /&#62;
It's only this&#60;br /&#62;
SICK INSANE FUCKING PHYSICAL&#60;br /&#62;
NEED&#60;br /&#62;
For you&#60;br /&#62;
That I cannot stand,&#60;br /&#62;
That keeps me forever rolling in the night&#60;br /&#62;
Hoping to embrace the madness so deep in my soul&#60;br /&#62;
To create an illusion of your heavenly skin&#60;br /&#62;
Your strong limbs&#60;br /&#62;
That could crush me to pieces&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Go on&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
But you never come&#60;br /&#62;
There's just nothing&#60;br /&#62;
There's nothing&#60;br /&#62;
Just nothing&#60;br /&#62;
But me&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
I walk along the bridge (everyday)&#60;br /&#62;
Were we supposed to meet here? Some other time?&#60;br /&#62;
In different bodies?&#60;br /&#62;
Life slows down here&#60;br /&#62;
The pace of those dark waters&#60;br /&#62;
A morbid lullaby for the soul&#60;br /&#62;
A field of tongues...&#60;br /&#62;
We'll meet here&#60;br /&#62;
Another day&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
The parade of the excruciating divine that never ceases to celebrate in my mind's eye&#60;br /&#62;
It drives me to insomnia&#60;br /&#62;
A dream too real&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Dark waters wash life clean below&#60;br /&#62;
My white skin&#60;br /&#62;
I would have preferred a thunderstorm -&#60;br /&#62;
A blackened sky, but all of it is friendly blue&#60;br /&#62;
We shall lie together again&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
Fragmentation&#60;br /&#62;
Slowing down&#60;br /&#62;
Who said I wanted to be put back together&#60;br /&#62;
So fast&#60;br /&#62;
&#60;br /&#62;
I look down at myself&#60;br /&#62;
And I look up at me&#60;br /&#62;
Are you happier down there?&#60;br /&#62;
Does the world look any different,&#60;br /&#62;
Now that you drift eternally?&#60;br /&#62;
Looks like he's late&#60;br /&#62;
You never were that good at psychosis</description>
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