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on a hill overlooking the burning city.

smoke and ash clouding my eyes--

blurring the sight of a smoldering home.

i ask myself:

is this all I have become?

have i really conformed to this degradation?

you're all so fake--so fake to me.

i have kissed the lips of many

and all i taste is my own indignation.

what is it like to love?

more so--what is it like to feel?

i have touched so many faces

but my hands never held something worth keeping.

extract the blood from my veins

but will you truly be solaced?

you attempt to hide our previous friendship--

i attempt to hide your betrayal.

but i really wear it on my sleeve.

the air was thick with fog that night--

but we cut through the air

like a knife through the thinnest of skin.

we danced in the flames

and kissed in the cinders

malevolence streamed from your eyes

and i longed to be part of such an emotion.

your dignity is foolish.

i am no longer a victim of your belittlement

and i wish i was.

i wish i was anything to you.

pick the dullest of needles

and set the ink into my skin.

i will proudly wear the brand

of not being good enough for you.

you are completely omnipotent-

I am just a solitary shadow

watching-

embracing-

staring at a world below me

that slowly incinerates.

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Anything At All

Contributed by ExploitedAndUnseen on Sunday, 19th March 2006 @ 06:50:47 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I stood alone

on a hill overlooking the burning city.

smoke and ash clouding my eyes--

blurring the sight of a smoldering home.

i ask myself:

is this all I have become?

have i really conformed to this degradation?

you're all so fake--so fake to me.

i have kissed the lips of many

and all i taste is my own indignation.

what is it like to love?

more so--what is it like to feel?

i have touched so many faces

but my hands never held something worth keeping.

extract the blood from my veins

but will you truly be solaced?

you attempt to hide our previous friendship--

i attempt to hide your betrayal.

but i really wear it on my sleeve.

the air was thick with fog that night--

but we cut through the air

like a knife through the thinnest of skin.

we danced in the flames

and kissed in the cinders

malevolence streamed from your eyes

and i longed to be part of such an emotion.

your dignity is foolish.

i am no longer a victim of your belittlement

and i wish i was.

i wish i was anything to you.

pick the dullest of needles

and set the ink into my skin.

i will proudly wear the brand

of not being good enough for you.

you are completely omnipotent-

I am just a solitary shadow

watching-

embracing-

staring at a world below me

that slowly incinerates.

Copyright Â© ExploitedAndUnseen ... [ 2006-03-19 18:50:47]
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Re: Anything At All (User Rating: 1 )
by Mild_Tempest on Sunday, 19th March 2006 @ 08:37:59 PM AEST
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Elegantly sad. An emotional masterpiece.

Re: Anything At All (User Rating: 1 )
by Lilly-Quill on Tuesday, 11th April 2006 @ 06:20:53 PM AEST
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Your love has added power to his game, thus enabling him to elude you as a possible catch. Oh how the grass always looks greener ‘on the other side.’

Recently on the TV series "Grey's Anatomy" one young lover found himself impotent from preforming to his love (and work partner); subtly asking a former love of his pervious performance, she so reassured him that they fell into each other’s arms. But then, his true love walked into the door and found them making-out. However, it truth, the man loved the latter one “to the degree” that he felt worthless in comparison to her beauty and worth. People betray for many reasons, and not always because they have found another better.

What a captivating write~!
Regard, ~Lilly-Quill

P.S. - As William Feather once said: “Most of us regards good luck as our right, and bad luck as a betrayal of that right.” But sometimes, those who don’t appreciate our value have done us a favour by leaving.
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