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The words resounded around his head; beating, thrashing, hurting, repeating. The buzzing in the atmosphere whirred, and the old, unforgotten feelings creep up on him like a bang. He has lived hard days. It is as if where-ever he goes, a curse of the worst possible kind is doomed to follow. A taboo painstakingly etched like a vivid tattoo on his forehead. That is, if they could even see him - a fact he began to doubt, as even in the pits of intense hate, it is surely impossible to ignore so surely, so thouroughly! He peers out from his prison, the sight is blinding - freedom, escape. Every moment he remains here, trapped, the world dashes by

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Morning Me by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

The Human Biology, or Life. by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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The Human Biology, or Life.

Your nerves are fraying like the sparks in my electrical cables. They attach to muscles, to cells, to atoms, to you. Amongst all this scientific jargon, Where are you? Which who are you? Roses bloom in the sky. It'll be hot tomorrow. Is the blood pumping your very life, is that hot, too? Where are you, I wonder. The bones forming your body are jagged Sticking out at angles, I do not care to measure. Do you stick out? Have you found your place? I see you running, tendons straining lungs aching not enough to stop, just enough to breathe. How much pain, is pain enough to stop?

Song of She the Unknown by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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Song of She the Unknown

at nights alone, like this - I'm tempted to wish & whist My choice and my heart might sway. And turn away. A lonely girl, dressed in yellow true, Could give not an answer as from whence she drew Such poignant, vivid images of you. Though she sat long and mused, even sleeping a while, no solution did find her To speak clear in her mind. So the sun rose and the sun set. Though there were many times to forget The surprise came in the resistance she met, Within the fortress of her love. Next morning, on rising, as waking from a dream Feeling sorrow so intent others would surely keen, She dressed instead in cloth of gold Leaving

This Poem is a Paradox by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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This Poem is a Paradox

the incandescent bulb burns before me. the light it offers me presents a paradox, of sorts. While it surely renders vision to those under its scope, it nonetheless reflects how very blinded we are. industrial revolution. communism. agriculturalism. my brief forays into historical archives, whether truthful, sinful, arrogant, pained or kind - i cannot but note, that change of any dramatic magnitude rarely bodes well. the light is still on. music is pumping from the stereo. sitting cross-legged as i type. this poem is a paradox i wonder if you understand? the debate about nuclear. for once, i think the stereotypes got it rig

And so, life by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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And so, life

loneliness is a strange thing, fickle and unkind. it can snatch you up in a moment.. the real you is gone in a second. i havent felt this lonely in awhile as if all the world's forgotten, that im still standing here alone. won't someone save me? can't anybody hear? don't say i've done this to myself.. the pain is more than i can bear. where are you? dont know whether you will come. Or not.

Someday is the beginning by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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Someday is the beginning

Someday, we begin. Perhaps one day we wake one morning and find our eyes have changed. The shades through which we view all life, no longer tinted, but pure - untouched. Someday we begin. In those moments when the sun first kisses your skin. Embraces you, adoring and loving, just as your person deserves. This light you feel is a daily miracle - the gift of a heavenly star. Someday we begin - Toes sinking into sand, the remnants of centuries. Each very particle... once part of another, at one time real as your spirit. It rubs raw, exposing a soul - Real, under all aspiration.

the many facets of a diamond by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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the many facets of a diamond

the multiple facets of a diamond (c) c.h , 2005, Australia. when i look at you, all i see is you. not what you want to be or do all that i can see is you. when i look into your eyes, all i see is you. i cannot see the pain i know is hidden there, nor the joy of each others presence when i look into your eyes, all i can see is you. when i look into your eyes all i see is you not hopes, dreams, acheviable ambitions, when i look into your eyes, all i see is you. when i look into your eyes all i see is you. not the hope i know is there nor the pang of hurt all i see is you.

Thoughts by midnite-staRry-sKy, literature

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