My release...constantly a work in progress...
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| a bite of chocolat... ::poetry:: My release...constantly a work in progress... |
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Monday, May 31, 2004 La Verite Triste We are all striving to be happy But we're reaching for the wrong things Though, I understand I am not accusing or preaching For I am guilty, too It's not our fault In this environment There is nothing else to reach for Therein lies the problem We are big fish In a tiny pool posted by Shannon | 8:20 PM Tuesday, January 21, 2003 When Fear Conquers Pit fear against honesty, And awkward silence reigns, Every word unspoken Dies and feeds the flame. Every empty moment, The song remains the same, For every word unspoken Lies another slain. posted by Shannon | 12:13 PM Wednesday, April 10, 2002 Depth Behind a Recollection Can a memory define me? What if I’ve changed? Would you notice? Would you realize that I’m all the better? Or would you, Stubborn and quick to judge, Cynical and contemptuous, Would you hold tight to your first judgment and Deny what truths you may see? Would you accuse me of your false assumptions and Brand me as a liar? Would you think it’s all an act? What if the past you knew and trusted turned out to be a charade? What if when you met me I was nothing but a faceless marionette Controlled, restrained, and Stripped of free will? Could you sense that there was more to me then? What if I really have changed? What if I'm no longer afraid? Could you see now what I couldn’t show then? Would you accept it? Would you believe me? I am not my memory. posted by Shannon | 7:59 PM Your stomach feels empty, Your heart aches, A vacant hole of nothingness becomes your eyes, A mere glimpse of the vacuity within, Nothing interests you, You feel unwanted, hollow, You cry… It's just a feeling...a notion... You need something, Something to fill this void… posted by Shannon | 7:49 PM Wednesday, March 27, 2002 Truth There is no god. There is no good in death. There is no soul. There is no “better place.” No afterlife. No heaven. There is an afterlife, it exists as eternal suffering… There's no happy reuniting with those who passed before you and those who’ll pass in years to come, You have to suffer by watching all of your loved ones live and die without you… Heaven is perfect. Everything is happily ever after. You’re judged. Heaven’s not perfect. It’s too hot. Too cold. There is a god. He doesn’t like you. There is a hell. Satan doesn't like you much either. You end up in limbo. You remain trapped, forever lonely, in your grave. You’re reincarnated… posted by Shannon | 12:34 AM |
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