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Array ( [sid] => 100042 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The emptiness approaching [time] => 2005-07-03 23:58:35 [hometext] => Playing ^_^ [bodytext] => An emptiness approaches.

Two squirrels scuttle through red and yellow leaves, searching.

An old hound bays in the distant.

There is a slow breath beating at my chest, a frozen moment to reflect.

A ceiling fan spins, spins, spins; shadows cast swiftly over a rough terrain, a desert white spreading over tin and plastic.

My dogs sleep soundly.

I fiddle with a pen as I think.

The right speaker on my stereo fizzles mutely.

I find myself closing my eyes, swaying forward to the sound.

The approaching mountains quicken, find blood, find fire; my fingers tremble, strain and break.

I pause.

Fireworks.

I hear fireworks.

I forget the light above me, I watch its shadow pulse.

I have blood on my fingers.

It's not blood, it's something else.

Dirt?

I scroll the page back up.

I scroll the page back down.

I strip my slippers off, drop them heavily.

I position myself comfortably on my couch.

I pop my neck.
I decide to stop writing.

I stop.
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The emptiness approaching

Contributed by iodinelove on Sunday, 3rd July 2005 @ 11:58:35 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

An emptiness approaches.

Two squirrels scuttle through red and yellow leaves, searching.

An old hound bays in the distant.

There is a slow breath beating at my chest, a frozen moment to reflect.

A ceiling fan spins, spins, spins; shadows cast swiftly over a rough terrain, a desert white spreading over tin and plastic.

My dogs sleep soundly.

I fiddle with a pen as I think.

The right speaker on my stereo fizzles mutely.

I find myself closing my eyes, swaying forward to the sound.

The approaching mountains quicken, find blood, find fire; my fingers tremble, strain and break.

I pause.

Fireworks.

I hear fireworks.

I forget the light above me, I watch its shadow pulse.

I have blood on my fingers.

It's not blood, it's something else.

Dirt?

I scroll the page back up.

I scroll the page back down.

I strip my slippers off, drop them heavily.

I position myself comfortably on my couch.

I pop my neck.
I decide to stop writing.

I stop.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-07-03 23:58:35]
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Re: The emptiness approaching (User Rating: 1 )
by pUnKa_RaCh on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 12:30:51 AM AEST
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Powerful, i can relate to this.

I was lost in your words, well done

Re: The emptiness approaching (User Rating: 1 )
by ducki on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 05:14:09 AM AEST
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Random......Really.....Random. I enjoyed it.

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