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Array ( [sid] => 87739 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => conversation [time] => 2005-03-17 03:23:51 [hometext] => [bodytext] => so at the end of the night when you sit down
it’s just you, the alcohol, and what you’ve made for the day,
and one who says all life is glory obviously isn’t living.

because i’ve sat over this pen and paper
and tried to escape the routine of suffering,
but it’s inevitable,
and finally it has to strike you:

this is life.
this cycle of suffering intertwined with brief moments of happiness.
this is why an artist lives.
this is the culmination of every experience you’ve had
and this is where it’s all released…
and this is where raw emotion is born
and bled out…

agony will never stop,
but it’s up to the artist to capture it…
and let it trickle in drops or torrents
until it’s all out in the open.
until what you have in front of you is the photograph of your life.

once you have severed these attachments, then, and only then, will the suffering end…
well, for tonight, at least. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 13 [informant] => summers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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Contributed by summers on Thursday, 17th March 2005 @ 03:23:51 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



so at the end of the night when you sit down
it’s just you, the alcohol, and what you’ve made for the day,
and one who says all life is glory obviously isn’t living.

because i’ve sat over this pen and paper
and tried to escape the routine of suffering,
but it’s inevitable,
and finally it has to strike you:

this is life.
this cycle of suffering intertwined with brief moments of happiness.
this is why an artist lives.
this is the culmination of every experience you’ve had
and this is where it’s all released…
and this is where raw emotion is born
and bled out…

agony will never stop,
but it’s up to the artist to capture it…
and let it trickle in drops or torrents
until it’s all out in the open.
until what you have in front of you is the photograph of your life.

once you have severed these attachments, then, and only then, will the suffering end…
well, for tonight, at least.



Copyright © summers ... [ 2005-03-17 03:23:51]
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Re: conversation (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 17th March 2005 @ 03:28:11 AM AEST
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You spoke as only a true artist can do, I Love that




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