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Part I


The night was dark, cold, and i trudged, losing myself in the hypnotism of black, the horizon mixing with the sidewalk, leaving me the impression of importance, a warm spark in a dark cold world.

Now i know that there is no such thing.

Silent and cold i walked along the rain pounded cement, There was little traffic, the roads were bad. the rain fell upon my skin, it stung harshly upon the back of my neck. The wind whistled through the streetlamps, blowing through my hair. I blew a lock of black out of my hair that smoothly fell back into place. I once thought i could make a difference, no matter how minor.

Now i know that there is no such thing.

As i trudged across the road,a car swerved to miss me. I felt the airwaves conform around me for a split second, then merge again on the other side. The driver shouted obscenity at me as he screeched past, but it was another sound in the world that passed me by, that ignored me, and rushed foward into their oblivion. I once felt that the world was in my hands

Now i know that there is no such thing.

Was there a plan? Or was it all impromptu. Is there a cruel laughing god? Or is it just a coincidence. I did not know then.

Now i know that there is no such thing.

I thought once that there was something further in life to look forward to, beyond simple pleasures and close-future. Now i understand everything. I once felt that everything conspired within the world to acheive your goals. I was wrong. I once felt that there was something to be, to aim for.

Now i know that there is no such thing.

The dropoff down the cliff i stared into was deep, and within me stirred a primal beast. It roared in fear, knowing its death was near, between my cold hard determination and the colder harder rocks at the end of a fall down. The fear spoke to me of a future, of a glorious future that i might have. Have had.

Now i know that there is no such thing.

I looked down again, swallowed, and jumped. On the way down, i saw everything flow between my eyes, a short life with long bits. I opened the door, looked inside, and fell.


Part II



My life flew before my eyes, enveloping me in a blanket of alcohol diminshed pain, warm and fuzzy, clashing as a pillow against my pounding skull.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

Everything spirals past me downwards, leaving behind a trail of memories, some red, some crossed out, and a few brilliant blue.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

As if they were framed on a wall that came tumbling down, they scream past, reminding me of rainy days, and sun baked times that i felt right.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

They screech and claw at me, siren sounds that blast through my ears, screaming bloody murders for past sins, both rendered unto me and others by me, an album recollection of the worst of me, piercing my ears and grabbing my wrists.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

The awful rage flys by, the world of red that i once lived, pure unbridled hate for that which fails to kindle within me a sense of love, red as blood, red as rage, red as self righteousness.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

Then the greys, they hover around the outside, leaving a fuzzy trail of things that never struck me as important. I looked at these memories, remembering days gone by, the quiet things in life that i never bothered to thank.

I close my eyes and ignore the pain.

Before i know it, greys, reds, blues, they all fade to black, and i see nothing, no dreams, no wild psychosis reaching out to touch something, no randomly cobbled together pieces of conciousness of dreams, just a simple nothing, a black void stretching as far as the eye could see, if i could be bothered to see that far. I fade to black.

- aaron

(part three is in the works, its too late tonight, and i want to look over the whole thing before calling it finished)

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# rules.
yes, sadly, there are rules. just cause im a control freak and i like our blog looking all nice. so. numero uno. no capitalization. unless it is absolutely necessary to the structure of your poem, no one wants to see it. numero dos. no apostrophes. i hate them, and theyre stupid. numero tres. no spelling errors. sorry for those of you who are slightly illiterate. but its hard to read poetry if it is fricking spelled wrong. numero quatro. sign your poems. ill take credit for them otherwise...*evil grin*. awesome. other than that, nothing else so far. you can use whatever font/size you want. any type of poem. etc. thank you.

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# credits
picture by jo.
layout by roxy_belle.