Esen

Trapped within the soul lost and festering
decaying within a confused mind
forever unleashing our own punishment.
The train sits still yet leaving the ramifications of my own percecution yelling at anothers surviving pace.
Please take the pin and puncture.
let the air escape and breath , suffocating candles blossoming into pillows of smoke.
unleashing its strength I am sufficated still lost and bleeding.
one more ticket left for the express and my soul still sits upon me for ever demanding that I fall foward.
choke everlasting , the light of the dismay is escaped and now frozen.
One puff of smoke, the chilled silver cloud illuminated in front of our own pools of sanity.
Comprehension is just another fried donut cooled and fallen to the floor.
Escaped me it did.
Hence I am still a crumb within my soul.

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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?

Crack

Pertty good stuff, filled with lots of agnst, do you have any more?

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Crack, you and I are long overdue for a vicious bout of mansex.

~Halx

losthellhound

good stuff, thanks

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Esen

Thanks a lot guys.

Crack Program- Yes I have probably between 500 - 600 pieces written.

There is like 25 on the boards here.
You should be able to find them pretty easy. Look for the Random thought thread. It has most of the stuff that I write on the tilted boards in it.

I hope you enjoy.

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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?

J.R.V.A.

Thanks Chauncey for this. Life is a train..... Wiating for the wreck? Good stuff as always,

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart