Gone
The screams are heard between the soft spoken whispers.
Their eyes are those of the unwanted.
They consume vile with a smile and try to loath in harmony.
They muster nothing more than the pain of existing.
Their hollow presence represents the illusionist’s dream.
LDSforlife commented on Gone
08-27-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Torn | 2 | 08/25/2009 |
| Re-Birth | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| Non-Existence | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Confinement | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Gone | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Apology | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
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