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[11 Apr 2005|09:19am] |
Without a hand to guide me
without a light to find my way.
My heart has been so empty
since you passed away.
I was sad when you left me
my world was full of fear
Darkness and pain was all I felt
Without you to hold me near.
^this one is really short.^
I wanted the sun to shine on me,
To take my pain and set me free,
I'm locked up from the outside
My fears have been mixed in a cosmic swirl.
I wanted the moon to shin on this night,
From my window I could not see a single sight.
It made me sad to see nothing shine.
No light in my world, no I'm not fine.
If only you could see the darkness of my heart,
The blackness that is in it, and how it's falling apart.
A black hole was made each time a love was taken vack from me.
Please leave me alone, My heart is cold, there's nothing left to see.
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| Introduction |
[11 Apr 2005|04:39pm] |
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My name is Marni, and I hate admitting my age so I won’t. I’m currently in California but relocating to Sweden end of this month. I’m mainly interested in seeing what others are writing out of curiosity but I do write myself and most of that is on my journal and website although I may post here from time to time. I’ve been writing since I was a kid, but it wasn’t until recently that I’ve been putting it “out there� - People can add me, I will add you back and I do post comments but its not imperative that people post those on my journal, but if you do, I will respond.
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| The Night Man - {For A Friend} |
[11 Apr 2005|04:47pm] |
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The night man vanishes
Leaving an end for me
How I miss the ruthless
And misshapen compassion
Or everything knotted together
And the outgrowth he bestowed
In exchange for my empathy
Seeks shelter in my head
Comforts my alone . . .
And however I weep
I do carry on to observe
How he’s altered to become
The harvester of my hope
And all that is now and right
Are all that he’s become
For without his vitality
And without his resolve
Or his triumph over this life
The dawning dearth of truth
Would show its expression as a comic
All distorted in its ignorance
Fitting as the offspring of influence
And the characters would
And do become elastic…
Or anything
And nothing, of significance
But listen….
And hush
For just now I see movement
Or shadows beneath a pylon
As they move unhurried
Or not at all
And the night man disappears
So that we barely know he was here
So quiet he left in the night
And so quietly
He may never return.
M.
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