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[aid] => mick
[title] => Apocryphal Desire For Oblivion
[time] => 2003-10-10 16:15:23
[hometext] => A rather strange story. I would like know what you people think.
[bodytext] => I decided one day to forget everything And become placid within Cause I realized if I was angry at nothing A calm epoch I could begin I traveled to a meadow, relaxing and linear A place that was narrow, above glanced a meteor I sat in a cushion of grass, and unlocked my mind I reflected upon my past, that dreaded passage of time Everything flowed out, one by one As new life sprouted, underneath the sun I felt an inner peace, something unknown All my demons released, I was alone My spirit soared increasingly, I was blissing I saw the end perceptively, my epiphany With a shotgun BLAST and a supersonic BOOM I was cleansed at last and my soul bloomed I felt a cut from so far away I didn't care, I was no longer grey The green blades below, sliced into my skin They started to grow, and journeyed within My legs screamed of an unbearable burn But I was numb, and I didn't care to learn My eyes ripened green from the the chlorophyl I could no longer see or even feel As my carnal body evolved to a tree The greatest there was, the new found me For years I stood, rooted deep in the earth The winter my bed, the summer my hearth Nothing could strip me of my evergreen beauty I always had prominent victory A gentle giant in the midst of a plain I was a plant, I had no shame I was devoid of emotions, nothing was upsetting Even the few times, the white lightning struck near me If I was still human, I would have thought I was alone I would have cried shivers through my bones But I had reached nirvana, the highest level This was my cure, how I was freed of my devils Then one day, there was a price to my life A cold man came with his jagged knife The man was no threat in all of his grime It was the tool, spinning through time I should have feared it, yet I felt nothing I knew when it cut, it would take everything It steadily penetrated, splitting the bark It took all day, and soon it grew dark And at last, when my great weight fell I felt the wind, and pain as well I knew I had transcended Even before my body descended And the man strolled away with my crutches So now here I lay, limbless and bleeding My last grasp of consciousness fleeting Though I will die, I can see And the ultimate pain is surging through me My past has returned, now clearer than ever The thing from which I had run forever The vultures will come, and my corpse will be defiled And the only thing I want to do now... Is smile [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 31 [informant] => sicknivesevered [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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