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Sunday, January 22, 2006 . 1:50 AM

i want to start of my present postings with some of my past
bear with me for they are first draft editions
only product of my former self was finally edited and sent for inspections to the judges.

not i want to say
only that they liked it
a.l.o.t :)
edited version of course

::product of my former self::
dust and ash
nothing but dust and ash
that is all we truly were

u said you thought you knew
i said i thought i did not
dust and ash
that is all

i tried sitting back
changing to another point of view
another side of me
another side of you

and all i saw was black

trying to fly
when all i could do was run
spreading invisible wings to the boundless skies
but all i could feel was the ground

you said you tried
i said i cried
so u did
so i did
and i fell back down

into an oblivion-

where there was nothing
no me
no you
and the nights ran long
and the days were grey

and i sat there by my former self-
talking about the days gone by
and how i use to cry
and how you said you tried
and how there i died


::lucious::
lucid
askewed in this time warp
tossing in an empty bed filled with hot air
i had dreams signifying nothing

darkness
complete and whole
twisted nightmares choking me
sleep was tear stained

i reached for the dying sun
out of my bed into the light
dishelved and tumbled down
and laid grounded

shattered
pain drawing on its last breath
i could hear a feather fall from a crow
just like the rushing of blood onto the floor

and i thought i saw
that flash which was called memory
of you sitting in the sun
walking away

and i ran
chasing after the sun
i was chasing after you
but you were gone
it was there i let go

very unsatisfactory
...i think deluded and confused should have been its title..
awful.i wince re-reading

::almost::
imagined you stopped
breathing
to watch the days fall off the calendar

i stopped
counting the days
so i could breathe too


truer words never spoken
tea and sympathy please

and yes i've noted my lack of punctuation, bad grammer and poor spelling
no capitals rare fullstops-
casually note
highly disregarded

here,
i get to be me.