Friday, 01 August 2008

• Currently Listening Voices By Matchbook Romance Monsters see related

  "Walk, don't run, through the graveyard"

  ~~~My Graveyard~~~
  "Out of sight out of mind; if it's been buried long enough it's easy to forget where you buried it"

  Excavating this cemetary of broken dreams,
  Pulling apart corpses at the seams;
  Can't find my way through this maze,
  Stumbling, lost, through this thickening haze.
  Headstones here have been weathered away,
  I can't read what any of them say;
  Digging blind, cross my fingers, wish me luck -
  Unearthing lost treasures my shovel struck.
  Reaching into this six foot hole,
  Trying to remember where I buried my soul;
  Be wary of the skeletons buried six feet under ground,
  Not all of them are eternally slumber bound.

  Fatally Yours,
  Dead End Poet

  A word from the Dead End Poet herself: I didn't write this for you. I didn't write this for praise. I think that's my problem lately. I've gotten used to comments, I've gotten used to praise, and now a part of me expects it. I didn't used to write for anyone but me, and it was enough. But when I started writing for criticism I lost the essence of what made writing fun for me. So I'm writing this for me, for own smucking soul, and no one elses.

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