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tonight- I danced to a muted tune. alone
with the silence piercing my ears, and the stars counting the minutes
until yesterday blended with what doesn't matter
a purple hued sky told me tales of a future that doesn't exist
and I could still see her eyes-
I could still feel her breath
and I could still. taste her tears.

there is no tomorrow. and there is no hope
there is only heartache and devistation- conveniently fitted in pill form
so swallow it down- sweet one.
and don't let this cold world fool you.
-

our dreams can never come true- and our lives will never mean a thing
and everything we were told as children will fall to pieces
and we will be left holding grains of sand and broken glass
hoping that the fragments rip deep into our hands- tear apart the skin
and bleed.

rip apart this reality. and the underlying state of confusion
there is no such thing as persuasion. and the happy ending is a lie
because Snow White will eventually die- and we will all be left alone
so alone- and cold. so fucking cold.
-

everyone that we love will leave us.
and everything that we have grown to know- will wither
our lives will melt away to nothing- we will not be remembered
and we will die. alone. lonely. broken. and wise
-but wisdom means nothing when there is no one to share it with
and living a life full of moment-after-moment of joy is meaningless
when it all becomes memories that are longed for

and tears may dry-
but scars will always show

and there is no tomorrow.
no. there is no hope- and these words are nothing
nothing but me.

and I don't exist.



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On Saturday October 22nd, 2005, Lotophagi (449) writes:
I could have sworn I'd written a reply... but perhaps I feel as I do now - awed. I love you Six. Thank you.


On Tuesday September 27th, 2005, glasshouse (780) writes:
*cries and favs* too much. this hurt too much. -Glass


On Tuesday September 13th, 2005, Saschwann (17) writes:
with so many comments I can not hope to say anything more than has been said, but still I have been touched and must say that I am thankful. thank you.


On Thursday September 1st, 2005, abattoir (144) writes:
sick fucking write.


On Thursday September 1st, 2005, abattoir (144) writes:
if I ever have a kid I surely wouldn't feed it a fruit cup. I don't even think it's really fruit when their done with the process...I agree with daffy...


On Tuesday July 19th, 2005, Jazz Daffy (20) writes:
simply amazing


On Thursday July 14th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:
--odd that i happened to read this now it fits my current emotion, bravo!....i have hope.. and all hope fails and in the end everything dies, within the muck we lose ourselves to life we die anyways..true deep. even if happiness (is)was part of life its j


On Thursday July 14th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:
its just a moment we live for.. till the next day.. turn sour.. to next a new!.. and each death of a day and emotion has equvialent to self eroding ...anyways... i envy your talent with a smile..


On Thursday July 14th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:
The cold contours of outgrowing and outknowing and starting to understand the fragments making up pieces of a wider world; such truths. I always imagine us as children skipping through fields of flowers, happy for seconds only to watch our friends fall on


On Thursday July 14th, 2005, Tangle Box Tales (167) writes:
on minefields hidden in plumes of lotus petals and dreams that tremor in such hidden worlds. Reading; I wonder how many of us long to unlong sometimes


On Tuesday July 12th, 2005, An Expired Member (1) writes:
ok, u can definitely be closed minded and its ok with me, cause that was awesome


On Wednesday April 27th, 2005, Railway_Butterfly (464) writes:
'and these words are nothing but me. and I don't exist.' I feel this.. quietly. I think I must applaud your honesty here.. I'm never able to be so all out open in my poetry, so real. I don't think I ever will be. This is excellent -


On Saturday March 19th, 2005, NikesRain (1399) writes:
such desolation done so skillfully, heartbreaking and battering so point of factly told....astounding


On Thursday March 10th, 2005, jaunty pill (74) writes:
It brings out detail and with a skillful poise that is rarely seen here or anywhere. I would call this genius , But that would be crude and unworthy. Just know that this has made my evebing. Fuck. I felt this one.


On Thursday March 10th, 2005, jaunty pill (74) writes:
Your write rips and booms. A tremble that never ceases and manages to leave the reader breathless. When I read confessional poetry such as this , I tend to resolve. Awake , I guess you could say. Come to terms and face to face with many problems.


On Thursday March 10th, 2005, jaunty pill (74) writes:
A few of the lines in this one would truly make some stark individual poems in themselves. Your words hit home for me , Bringing out my own conscious attempt to remain and stil understand myself. My flesh.


On Thursday March 3rd, 2005, Lynaes (1121) writes:
You're a pro at making something so heartbreaking completely artful.. You know I think this is heart breaking, it cuts deep.. but seriously, I'm amazed.


On Wednesday March 2nd, 2005, AniDayz (1241) writes:
this is so intelligent. so wonderfully done...true in its entirety. your wit is un-captured...and abounds through this.amazing


On Wednesday March 2nd, 2005, XTwistedOrchidX (106) writes:
I love this....I think my favorite line is "everything we were told as children will fall to pieces and we will be left holding grains of sand and broken glass" Such a visual!


On Wednesday March 2nd, 2005, elisa (1990) writes:
*sigh'ish*....you know i'm a strong believer in personal poetry...but must you staple pieces of your heart to your poetry;) elisa


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, Rain In The Willows (848) writes:
I don't know what to say, Jon, except that you ripped me to pieces again ... well said.


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, weheldhandsattheendoftheworld (120) writes:
nothing but me. and i dont exist. i never could understand how i could go through writers block over something and then someone on dp would sum it up so succintly it seemed they were watching my life.


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, weheldhandsattheendoftheworld (120) writes:
and i just want you to know this piece almost made me cry bc i couldnt get it out myself but it was BEAUTIFUL in its tragedy. everything beautiful was equally tragic. thats what i like best about your work! jess*


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, Urban Shipwreck (980) writes:
"our lives will melt away to nothing- we will not be remembered" I think that every time you write something you edge closer to immortality and will be remembered bud. This was great, really liked the last line as well. ~Ryan


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, sexually_sadistic (488) writes:
you express anguish in the most enticing way. such poignant heart breaking words. i reaaly felt this. ~sex~


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, SamoneDrone (404) writes:
the fourth stanza is so brutal and true, but is portrayed in such a lovely way. great work. ....-samone


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:
"because Snow White will eventually die" Melancholic & real; tomorrow's epitaph. You add an interesting twist to such a self-hopeless idea, & have written 'silk.bullets' quite well. Except, you do exist.


On Monday February 28th, 2005, blue (1757) writes:
hmmm, seems a little pessimistic, like you've already settled on an answer without all the facts....still, you've placed your words with your usual care, well done as always. ~b


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, Six-Out (1820) writes:
No one will ever have all the facts, and any realization is just an assumption. This is mine.


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, blue (1757) writes:
relax, have a fruitcup.


On Tuesday March 1st, 2005, Six-Out (1820) writes:
Fruitcups are too colorful for this tortured soul! Mwahah! [/sarcasm]


On Monday February 28th, 2005, Delilah (132) writes:
hmm...ok...I feel like I just took a trip around your head and a few minutes...I don't wanna say great write, because there's a ton of emotion here, and it's real. But I do want to say, that even though your poem says it won't, things will get better, I


On Monday February 28th, 2005, Delilah (132) writes:
promise. ~Delilah~


On Monday February 28th, 2005, ardneK (100) writes:
wow....painful...I'm speechless, I loved this - >|


On Monday February 28th, 2005, Raven (373) writes:
This was a whirlwind of intense imagery that just kept pounding right up until the end. So many quotable lines, and yet I'm just left with a feeling of "damn..."


On Monday February 28th, 2005, suicideseason (2128) writes:
"and the happy ending is a lie because Snow White will eventually die"...just wicked.This is so cold and empty...it got exceedingly more powerful the more I read.I feel ya,man.Damn,this is deep.



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