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under weight of own genius
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Rain by FlyingFox-Bat, literature
Literature
Rain
While the rain out
on the grass can cause
flash floods, and carry
one away....
The rain in one's heart
can cause emotional turmoil,
self-harm, self-hate, and other
horrible things
While we can do nothing about
the rain falling on the grass,
there IS something EVERYONE
can do about the rain falling
within despairing hearts the world over...
Like the leaves on a tree
in a cold winter wind,
I have been...
Blown off again...
but that's just fine,
yeah...that's okay.
Because like the tree
in winter, I know
spring will come once
again.
When it does, then
I will be the triumphant one,
regrowing what I lost,
and forgetting.
The cold,bitter wind
that blew me off
to begin with.
Why do I trust when I know
it always ends this way?
It always ends with such pain,
and emptiness....
I always wind up alone,
forsaken....
No one wants to be with me,
no one wants to love me.
Why should they?
I am merely a Shade...
An 'evil' being...Not one
to be trusted. Not one to be
loved...
My birth was foretold as the
Lost One....the Unloved...
the Unwanted...the Unforgiven....
I have lived my life wondering
just what it was I did to make everyone
I encounter hate me so....I was born...
and I never even had a chance....
and so...I give myself over to the Dark within...
it has waited long enough....
Goodbye Light...Goodbye Love...
Goodbye
To The Grave
Here I stand, amongst the erect stones that stand for the memories of those passed on.
I am alone in this empty place; the only living amongst the dead.
Though, while my heart still beats, I feel my soul has long since gone.
I stand and watch others come to pay their respects, observing from the shadows.
I see them, but they never see me; they do not want to, nor do I wish them too.
And as they leave, I feel a slight twinge of pain.
For I know the truth of why they come.
They think that if they visit enough; pay their respects to the dead that they might arise anew.
However, that is only true in one sense.
This place, t
Have you ever made such a fool of yourself
that you no longer even know who you are?
Have you ever given of yourself, and loved so
true that you know longer even know what you are?
Never do either. Ever. For down those paths lie only
heartache, and pain.
Keep you to yourself. Because 'love', the Great Lie,
is NOT worth losing your soul.
getting my hopes up,
making me happy.
making me smile,
giving me a real feeling
of contentment. a feeling
of being worthwhile.
Only to dash it all into
a bazillion dust like
bits. particles, atoms.
something that will
never be repaired.
at least....not until the
next time you build me
up, and make me feel
both ways once again