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Sunday, 11 July 2004

Blurry Vision

A blurry image of a man was leaning against her dresser. He seemed to be scared. He became more blurry and started to get farther away. The image pulled out a silver shining object. At that moment he seemed to become more confident. A very loud muffled voice echoed in her head. She laid down on what was a vary big soft surface. The man put the object to her head, she shook as she feared for her life. There was seemingly no reason but she feared as she never feared before. She noticed a long blurry object on the ground. She quickly grabbed for it and swung it at the blurry figure. She could hear the loud crack and a sound that seemed to be wood breaking. The blurry figure fell to the ground and raised his hand in the air. The object gleaming in the moon light. An awakningly loud noise went off as time seemed to slow down for the girl. A small silver object was flinging towards her. She was frozen. She shook violently as she could do nothing. Soon the silver object was between her eyes. The already blurry room seemed to become a black smudge. As she felt the object sink into her skull and her falling to the ground. She quickly sat up in her bed gasping for air. With tears in her eyes. The moon was shining on her bed through the open window. A shadow created a human figure on the bed. She looked up and saw a man leaning on the dresser seeming to be in fear.

By:Kuroi Ryu


Posted by oz/myartpage at 11:25 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:40 AM PDT
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The Dull Pain of Death


My heart constantly cries and mourns
I feel the dull aching pain deep inside my chest
it seeps through my veins
and into my fist
I feel the Anger ragin inside me
I hit the wall but the pain doesn't flinche or fade
I curl up in a ball on my floor and cry with no tears
all my tears gone from crying for days on ens
I still feel the dull pain racing through my blood and back into my hands
I need to release it to bleed it out
I pick up the blade
I remember the screaming as i press the jagged edge against my wrist
harder and harder
until i feel the stinging as my skin tears apart
and the warmth of the blood as it runs down my hands
and drips of my shaking fingers
on to the floor
I feel light headed and dizzy
I sink down and fall to my side on to the ground below
I feel the dull pain
I cry harder with tears of red
I gag then vomit the acid from my stomach
with my last bit of energy I scream out your name
the room spins so I shut my eyes and whisper:
why, you all I had. Why?
I feel my last breath escape me
my heart slows to a stop
my soul flys free
my mind to peace.


W.R.



Posted by oz/myartpage at 10:47 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:42 AM PDT
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Come back to me, lull me with the touch of forgotten caresses,
One warmdream clad about with a fire as of life that endures;
The delight of thy face, and the cound of thy feet, and the wind of thy tresses,
And all of a man that regrets, and all of a maid that allures.
For thy bosom is warm to my face, and profound as a manifold flower,
Thy silence as music, thy voice as an odour that dies in a flame;
Not a dream, not a dream is the kiss of thyy mouth, and the bountiful hour
That makes me forget what was sin, and would make me forget were it shame.
Thine eyes thaat are quiet, thine hands that are tender, thy lips that are loving,
comfort and cool me as dew in the dawn of a moon like a dream;
And my heart yearns baffled and blind, moved vainly towards thee, and moving
As the refluent seaweed moves in the languid exuberant stream.

Swinburne


Posted by oz/myartpage at 9:48 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:43 AM PDT
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The bloody knife drips red wine
The tears of the fallen will collide
My hollow heart empty inside
Weeps to you, go home tonight
I breathe in death out as life
My shivering body silent at your side
Tomorrow I promise, It will be alright
Forgive me for I've wasted your demise
Into the shadows I will reside
Sleep now I leave your sight
Beckon me in and I shall come
Hold me still the morning sun

W.R.


Posted by oz/myartpage at 8:39 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:52 AM PDT
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Sonnet 109

O never say that I was false of heart.
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify
As easy might I from myself depart.
As from my soul. which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love: if I have ranged
Like him that travels I return again.
Just to the time, not with the time enchanged.
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailies that besiege all kinds of blood.
That it could so prepsterously be stained
To leave for nothing will thy sum of good-
For nothing this wide universe I call.
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all?

William Shakespeare


Posted by oz/myartpage at 8:25 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:47 AM PDT
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Sparkling tears upon her face
take her in my warm embrace
then her tears will fade away
in my arms no life can stay

Debra L. Schartz


Posted by oz/myartpage at 8:16 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:48 AM PDT
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Oh thou, that didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestination round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to sin?

Omar Khayyam


Posted by oz/myartpage at 1:53 AM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:50 AM PDT
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Time arose and smote thee silent at his warning,
Change and darkness fell on men who fell from thee;
Dark thou satest, veiled with light, behind the morning,
Till the soul of man should lift up eyes and see.
Till the blind mute soul get speech again and eyesight,
Man may worship not the light of life within.

Swinburne


Posted by oz/myartpage at 1:51 AM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:49 AM PDT
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