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Author's Note: Nope, I'm not dead. At least... I don't think so... (thoughtful pause) So, I haven't updated in about six months, but, hey, I've been busy, dammit! You know, sleeping... and other such things. School has been a very upsetting experience for me (you know, with the work and all that... :shudders:) Actually, I've joined some very time consuming clubs. Are any of you in JSA, by any chance? That would be so cool! No, I'm not getting sidetracked. Puh-lease. Anyhow, I'm going to attempt to update The Mind's Entanglement, but I'm not making any promises... If you want to read more of my work, I opened up an account on fictionpress. My penname is EternalSummer, if any of you would like to check that out. It's all poetry, because I've been too busy to focus on developing anything longer than that. Some of it is repeats of stuff I've posted on but there's lots of new stuff. Please leave me reviews! Now that I'm done with that, here be my poem.
"Illusions"
Destiny winds itself in little circles,
slowly sketching tragedy
in tiny lines, to and fro,
in the dust of Time.
We follow patterns shaped by fate,
darting quietly to an abrupt stop.
Narrow detours are laid before our feet;
simplicity twisted into a complex nothingness,
shaped only by illusions. Imaginary boundaries rise
and fall, collapsing into the past.
But memories we leave behind
will someday reemerge
from the shadows of our minds.
And so, as fate has chosen,
we too shall fade
to a mere conjuring of the mind.
And winds shall make bare our path,
erasing Destiny's toil.
Life blooms only in our minds.
I let the seasons fade
Into an oblivion of
Meaningless patterns.
A faerie song of willow notes
Branching into death.
So many illusions
we occupy ourselves with.
Images of faded glory
Crowned by the impending fall.
A breath of warmth
Will chill the blood
And we will shed our youth
Like the colors of the spring.
Small trials
Momentary pain
And false pleasures
All stretch into a dreary road
to the end of all things.
What comfort lies in your fleeting love
Sure to fade as the summer?
We strive for death,
You and I,
Hoping to delay
What will surely come
Without the aid of evil.
As you suffer,
Your wide eyes beg for a comfort
That cannot be gotten.
For me,
Hope lies in the abyss before my feet
And I embrace the chill of death.
Understand this:
Our road may have branched away
From this sheer abyss
But had we turned away,
All paths would have led us
To our impending doom.
This is a mere short cut
To end the meaningless toil of our days.
After all, what is a life?
These tears,
This anguish,
This searing heat?
And yet you search for any comfort:
A touch of my hand;
A loving word-
To stay the coming despair.
I have found you
And lost you to Fate.
'Tis better to have never loved.
Then I could believe your tears
Fell for naught.
But as I hold your trembling form,
I weep
And beg leave to stay beside you
For but a moment more.
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