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Edited by
Octacide
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Wed 06/25/14 05:49 AM
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Opaque Eyes
My world was born as I came to see torn reality. Breathing in the warm wonders and cold cruelty of others, blending it all into the fires of experience. I came to the conclusion of blaming my confusion an ire of dreams extinguished on outside interference, on the opportunities chanced upon too late and the happenstance of broken hands of fate. In funneled fits of ignorance I placed the wrong importance in things I knew to be superfluous, I was remiss to think I could not hurt from this; I stood a silent witness to the mistakes I would come to make. I watch the other ravens plan an love an learn as I yearn to take my turn among them, though there's little hope of improvement as my black feathers are translucent to opaque eyes. My world was born anew as I came to see through the gaps through the cracks of a boarded up reality, of the truth deep inside staring back at me. I burned in funneled fits to the hollow husk of who I am where truth echoes of who Iove been in this world I’m in. In an echo an echo and an echo I let go and float below as liquid fire an ire are maiming my desire to be someone else. I watch the other ravens play an love an learn as I carry my remains in a broken urn to the wind on wings of wisdom. My world is born again with the healing hands of loving friends whispering in the wind. |
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Depth!...
Hello Octacide... |
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Hi Leigh, thank you for reading.
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I liked the read
welcome |
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Thank you Teasing, it's always a wee bit nerve wracking when you throw your work to a new wind and test it's wings.
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