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Vision blurs. Words slur. Every joint is aching, Every muscle shaking. Only a keyboard touch connection to the real world - If this is The real world, I don't ever want to go to sleep. Let my body waste away And I will still be writing poetry To the way you say my name. Wait for The flashing orange light... A few words of sympathy To get me through the night. I want to be near you I can't stomach life alone right now. My hands want to touch you, To comfort and justify you Feel your heart beat Through the crimson heat I want to be alive. You are my lifeline Beside you I'll make it through somehow You're all I can hope for I need to be where you are right now. Nothing's real, Nothing's real here and I'm dying in my lies Suffocating as I lie awake and cry. I'm dying without you This is a plea for help; I'm fading fast. A person isn't made of stone And this body wasn't built to be alone. |
I haven't read any of your work in a while, and so I hope this isn't autobiographical. There is not much to say about the style or form since it reads more like a personal thought. It's amazing how real people become to us, even online, or maybe especially on-line since we have to communicate. I'm not sure how much I trust this type of realtionship because I think people can conceal things too easily, but i know that I tell some of my online friends things I don't tell the friends I see everyday. jan | Posted on 2008-03-11 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] | |