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    dots Submission Name: You Tell Medots

    Author: Texan_Poet
    ASL Info:    20/F/daydreaming
    Elite Ratio:    5.7 - 127/123/48
    Words: 353
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Serious
    Total Views: 546
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       This is actually my current journal. random thoughts much. anyway i decied to post it and see what reactions i got. if you see what is hidden, good for you. Hope you like it, this is just taking one idea and letting it run without concious thought.
    Ok, im adding to it now, but i dont know how much i will be able to get done, if it leaves off suddenly, the bell rang and i had to run.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsYou Tell Medots

    A bleeding sky, screaming air, clouds or strangling hands? Rolling laughter, flashes of light... a crack of pain whipping through your body. Hit. Again. Turbulent currents, first one way, then the other. A violent mental rape invading and disgracing sanity; hope raising you high and then crushing you under the weight of life. Bleeding inside? Are you? Am I? You tell me.

    A silence unbroken, a hatred unspoken, hidden with masks. Games and lies, flash floods of love, droughts comprised of beatings, bruises, cuts; Words that destroy. Broken morals disguised by pious lies, actions. Do they care? Do they see what is really there? Broken; Are you? Am I? You tell me.

    Defiant? Only in silence. Give support but not help, words but not touches, comfort, sympathy, but never love. Held close by dagger-point, never show what really matters. Let them think they know, see, let them believe. But hold back that last little bit to define you. Posses without giving, take without asking; comprimise without ever giving up what you want. A surivor? Are you? Am I? You tell me.

    Mocking laughter on the breeze, a whispered word, so much more than they realize. Hidden desires, smothered to fit in with the croud, looking all the same, no variation on potent lies gleefully imbibed. Holding back who you really are, and judging them for fighting the mannequins reign; blending into the backround, trying to make others do the same. Destroyers? Are you? Am I? You tell me.

    Faking fine just as you are, smiles and sweet laughter; choking you, ashes coating your tongue and garbage clogging your mind, letting your life to stray from just being you. Listening to the sardonic laugher of the puerile and churlish voices screaming into silent minds that you cannot stand alone. Allowing the world to change your view to what they want it to be, scything your dreams as you fight for one more breath in a world of unheard sighs. Lying with every breath? Are You? Am I? You tell me.

    Understand? Do you? Do I? You tell me.

    Submitted on 2009-04-16 10:24:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Last stanza is.... amazing. "Lying with every breath? Are you? Am I?" I don't know why, but for some reason that packs a hell of a lot of a punch.


    | Posted on 2009-04-18 00:00:00 | by Shadowstar13 | [ Reply to This ]
      Very vivid,interesting imagery. The words roll across the page like thunder-and as Sepheroth aptly pointed out, very deep.


    | Posted on 2009-04-17 00:00:00 | by Shadowstar13 | [ Reply to This ]
      ... ... ... ... Your sumbit journal kinda hits deep... I mean damn! This entry is making me evaluate some stuff... Im glad you wrote this... Oiy I can't believe this is so short well peace out...
    | Posted on 2009-04-17 00:00:00 | by Sepheroth432 | [ Reply to This ]

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