autumn_sun Posted November 2, 2003 Report Posted November 2, 2003 (edited) [This is the point where I thank one of my dearest friends for inspiring this, by just existing.] I hold onto happiness... So tightly do I cling That it dies in my hands... How brittle and fragile human emotions can be. Like vases Mess around them long enough and they'll fall and shatter Into a million pieces That you'll cut your hands on when you pick up those pieces. How easy it is to just throw those shards away without a second thought. Until you look at your bleeding hands Then suddenly it's nothing but pain Until someone comes by and gives you a bandaid. Or that one thing that makes you happy... And then it dies in your hands... Edited November 2, 2003 by autumn_sun
Damon Inferel Posted November 2, 2003 Report Posted November 2, 2003 You don't seem like you write lame stuff. I think it's pretty good, considering. "Considering what?" "Just... considering." "You're wierd." "Ok." "Bye now!"
Regel Posted November 2, 2003 Report Posted November 2, 2003 A very tidy piece of writing. The eye of the author was clearly looking inward. Some very nice imagery as well with the shards of broken relationships cutting into your hand.
Yatsuna13 Posted November 3, 2003 Report Posted November 3, 2003 completely agree with your thoughts...very deep too, i love the way you took the inspiration from your friend and created such a wonderful piece...you have now inspired me we all stand on the edge of a cliff,that is our sanity,when we fall off that cliff we have lost our sanity, and when we hit the bottom we are calm again... my own quote...
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