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    dots Submission Name: Obsessiondots
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    Author: thetwilight
    ASL Info:    23/F/Ca
    Elite Ratio:    3.4 - 81/68/15
    Words: 624
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Description:
       Another odd piece of mine I'm rather fond of. It's philosophical, fiction based on real people I have met. The fan worlds are "special" places. I hope you enjoy it.

    If when you read it strange text formatting extra periods, and odd letters appear its because I don't yet grasp the damn format system. I'll be fixing it as I see how it works.

    Let me know how it reads.
    If you comit to reading it you might be surprised by the ending, but you have to go thru her thoughts first or it's not as impactful of a message.

    Thank all of you in advance!


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    dotsObsessiondots
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    I.

    She sits on a train writing him letters
    She knows her words are not new
    They are cloned variations
    Reflecting a million hearts
    Just like her own.

    She knows the sloppy hand in which she writes
    Most likely will never be witnessed
    By his blessed eyes
    The very odds are against her Will.
    Yet the mere hope of her emotive missives
    Moving him,
    Touching him
    In some way
    In One-tenth of the way he has touched her
    Saved her
    Keeps her alive.

    II

    He is out there somewhere as she is now
    He is a part of the wind too
    She imagines he might be walking dark streets
    Thinking a poets thoughts
    Or possibly just at home
    At one with his essence…

    That symphonic essence.

    He doesn’t know he is beautiful
    Just that he feels
    And changes
    Much like the rest of us.

    III

    She has every one of his works
    Every picture
    Every book
    Every public moment
    Captured
    For sentimental study.

    His very soul intrigues her
    When he hurts
    She hurts with him
    She prays his strength
    And their love for him
    Will save him.

    Keep him.

    Keep him with them…

    If only he can make it there
    Maybe there is a way we can too
    As long as he is smiling
    Maybe he can show us how.


    III

    She met him once…
    Sitting alone
    Knees to his chest in a corner
    Protective
    Yet
    Every bit as fragile & open
    As she’d imagined him to be.


    It’s not that his eyes are inhuman
    It’s that they’re more human
    Then anybody is used to seeing in these times.


    One might assume
    Derogatory reasons for this posture
    Not her though...
    She knows better.

    Life taught him to be guarded
    Despite himself.
    This lesson came to be of great importance
    Now that everybody wants a piece of his light
    To call their own.

    It’s not that he’s above humanity
    But merely above her, and those like her.


    She is guilty too, for that sin in a way…
    Craving his light.
    She's just another desperate parasite with skin,
    Hallowed out by life.
    By her very own self
    Rendering her unquenchably thirsty.

    If she could only...

    Selfish child, you know it would never be
    Enough



    IV

    Posters, and fragments of him
    Line her tired walls
    She surrounds herself with
    Him
    Looking for the missing pieces
    In
    Her
    In
    Him.

    It could be anyone…
    Couldn’t it?


    She dreams of him… sometimes
    A dream in which she is perched in his
    Old window
    Never moving from her spot of contemplation.
    Afraid to dirty his space with unwelcome need.
    Looking out upon the vast dark quiet of his front lawn
    Most often…
    He isn’t even there.

    I’m here again… haunting

    The comfort is drawn from his fortress of things
    The remnants of his presence is enough for her
    Sometimes, however, he comes around
    Going about the usual routines
    One keeps in a household, and
    Rarely
    Every once in awhile
    Afterwards
    He’ll join her
    They’ll sit in silence staring abroad
    Alone,
    With their own separate thoughts
    It carries her through the night in sleep.

    This is obsession…

    And it’s not much unlike
    Faith




    Submitted on 2005-12-15 16:10:21     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      very well done, extremely "real" life even though fiction, I found it interesting how you wrapped "people you have met" into a singular person, observant, from outside the window type thing...you most definitely have a way wiss zee woods

    Milo
    | Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by Milo shanley | [ Reply to This ]
      interesting, i liked the way that the words you put in italics was like what the girl was saying, it shows to me that the girl was heartbroken by the guy, well at least that is what i gotten, i liked the way you put the roman numerals in it, that makes it even more authtenic. very interesting, good work
    | Posted on 2005-12-15 00:00:00 | by in_a_trap | [ Reply to This ]
      Interesting. It is darkly captivating. It sounds like a person Stalking a celebrity. The obsession and fagility in this relationship. It is beautiful and strange. Letters she writes that she know he won't get. Staring at his posters constantly thinking about him. It is such a shallow form of love. A commitment in the body but not the heart. I think that it is very well writtena and i believe obsession is a lot like faith.

    Briannan
    | Posted on 2005-12-15 00:00:00 | by Briannan | [ Reply to This ]


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