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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2006-01-31 07:06:43

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    Mood: Sigh...

    This is my goodbye. I will be gone for a while and cannot log onto Elite where I will be. As soon as I can i will be back and I hope to talk to everyone soon. For those of you who are interested to hear my comments on your new work please PM or leave me a message and I will read them first thing.

    Thank you all for so much poetry and proses. I will be back.

    Matt

    ...Created 2005-12-27 12:56:32

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2005-12-22 14:31:03

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    Mood: Thinking...

    Crowning catastrophe with harmonious lyrical praise, or a coating of luxurious angst is what sets our poetry in motion. For those who wait, with their pens in hand, struggling to think of that perfect next line, I salute you. Contributing attributes of opinionated conspiracies, developing in our minds as we struggle to gain self-realization from the ink that soaks into our white pages. As the writer types until fingers seam to granulate before the eyes, pouring forth their magnificent wordy combinations of conceptual bliss, I salute you. No matter the reason onward we write, never knowing what will become of our next rhyme, easing our pain or emotion that confuses minds, troubling our lives, or enhancing our own lies. The questions we raise, hoping one day to see the answer, never understanding all we need is to know why we ask. In solitude we commit to relaying words onto the notebook on our laps, furiously scribbling and second-guessing for the chance that one faceless person might not agree. Bound by our own words, unintentionally confined to our own thoughts that are confused as sins. For the ones who pay tribute to those wondrous minds who maybe help define who we are for what we write, I salute you. For the ones who are lost and only found from the unspoken words conjugated on their glowing screens, with squinting eyes that involuntarily close from the deprivation of sleep because their hands are still typing, I salute you. Infected with love there are those who still write of hope and the peace that this world may need, surrounded with sight and creating moments to define, I salute you. Together our differences are always the same, no matter your past, or the land you come from, we choose to live our days searching for that something better which joins us within. To all fellow writers who search for something more, who open your eyes to possibilities offered by your own pen which is controlled by an inquisitive mind, I salute you.

    WRITERS OF THE WORLD

    I SALUTE YOU

    ...Created 2005-12-22 14:28:33

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2005-11-07 09:49:15

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    Mood: Overwhelmed

    Looking at this prodigious beauty before me. Her hair the color of ebony, stretching down to her lower back. These eyes stare, brownish-red, glazed over from the tears that are shed for me. We sit on the bed facing one another, two statues that cannot brake from each other’s gaze. I reach out to grasp her hand, to tell her everything is safe, but she recoils from my touch. Pain gripping my heart, suffocating any hope I had for us to be together finally. Confusion is beginning to overwhelm my emotion. I do not understand why she cries, I do not know why she must leave.
    “What have I done?” I ask of her.
    “Nothing,” she responds, lowering her eyes to the floor. How could this end so soon, how could it end before it truly began? I want to hold her now, never let her go. I want to scream, to tell her never to leave, this is love, don’t deny that. It hurts to see her falling from me, falling away from passion I’ve wanted to share.
    “What has he done to you then, why do you leave if it is no fault of my own?” She bites her lower lip, still keeping her gaze from me. She cannot even look at me.
    “It is my decision, not his, he doesn’t even know about you”. She says as she tastes the tear that has fallen on her lips. This is tearing her up as much as it is me. How can she do this to herself, how can this happen to me?
    “Whatever it is I can help, let me, don’t retreat”.
    “No, I must go, my will turns against me. I need to be alone, even from him.” My efforts are useless I can see.
    “I don’t understand, you’re closing me out. How can we live our lives this way? I give you my hand to help with your pain, maybe this time there is no end.” I plead to her. I feel as if the end of my world is near. There is no point in breathing without her, no point to love. “Don’t let him fill you with fatalistic remedies. His venom is not found in me.”
    “It is not him, as I said. I just don’t want to carry on. I am too confused, I just need to be alone for a long time.” She wasn’t going to give in, she was crying even more.
    “I would leave if I weren’t unsure for your safety. I do not like the state you are in, you will not hurt yourself as long as I am near.” My anger is starting to build, this is unfair and I am scared for her. She smiles at me, lifts my hand and kisses my wrist.
    Pressing my palm to her face she says,” I will not hurt myself, no worry. You care so much, one day you will make someone happy. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”
    “Then why do you not want that for yourself? Why must I go? I at least deserve an explanation as to why my first and possibly only love wishes me to go.” I am not angry with her, I am crushed by her. I know I am putting too much pressure on her, I need not do that. This is life and this is what happens. “Goodbye then, I love you, and I always will.”
    I head towards the door, I must go before I lose control of this sorrow. The closer I come to the door, the stronger I want to scream out.
    “Matt!” She calls as I open the door to leave. “I’m pregnant.”

    ...Created 2005-11-07 09:32:53

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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    I realize some of my writings are a little intense. I apologize if they offend you but I just feel like getting some of my opinions out, is that wrong? I highly doubt I will ever change my style or writing so if you don't like it then I request that you don't read future things from me. I'm not trying to make anyone uncomfortable, but my words often do that. It is something I've done ever since I could problem solve. When I see something I will let my opinion known and they are usually pretty intense, I only say what I know and see. I will never pretend to know something I am ignorant towards. I do apologize to those who have felt uncomfortable by my words, I never intended such a thing, but I did expect it. Very few people can understand what I say and fewer can handle it. Only the people who feel the most extreme emotion towards a subject I approach will fully appreciate it. Thank you for listening, take care.

    Matt

    ...Created 2005-11-02 04:51:42

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    Mood: Thinking...

    World of Mirrors


    Open your mind to this reality.

    Reflections of self in these nameless faces.
    The one you judge is not who they are.
    The one you see is you.
    Mirrors all around you in this decadent world.
    One wants to censure another,
    For their own hateful image.
    These emotions you hide
    You project unto others.
    You see them as you are.

    Love as a need,
    Is an acceptance of you.
    This love that you feel,
    Into another mirror you stare.
    This feeling is yours,
    It’s always about you.

    Your racist smiles cut into the bone.
    This person you fear
    Is this person you are.
    This attenuated bone is yours.
    That sacrificed neighbor is you.
    The greater the other looks,
    The smaller you become.
    What is so wrong with being equal?

    Anything you think, everything you feel,
    Yet again another mirror.
    No matter which emotion,
    No matter the situation,
    All that you see is another reflection.

    Soul shocked at the speed of lies.
    Denouncing your images
    Is defeating your purpose.
    Council your life,
    As a dominating devotion,
    To better comprehension.


    Matt






    ...Created 2005-10-27 07:19:48

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    Mood: Hyper

    Coming soon
    'World of Mirrors'

    by crowded_mind

    ...Created 2005-10-26 05:17:23

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    Mood: The Usual

    I really don't know why I try.

    ...Created 2005-10-23 10:29:04

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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