Very short poem... I don't even think it classifies. This is a bit of a re-write of an older poem I wrote that just popped into my head while I was getting ready for work. Criticize at your leisure as usual.
Behind a mask is where I'll stay
I'll never tell them that I'm not okay
I'll sit here quietly until that day
The day I'll die, and fade away
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11-04-2007 #1Pink Bunny of Death
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The Day I Die
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves.
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11-05-2007 #2
HUn you will never fade away.. No matter how hard you try.. There will always be a few of us that will never let go...
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11-05-2007 #3watchful
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you brought tears to my eyes. *hugs* sweetie
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