DoomGaze Posted December 8, 2003 Report Posted December 8, 2003 Fade To Nothing =============== I'm walking in these dull days Thinking about nothing. Thoughts elude me in these days, I can no longer stand this suffering. Fade to nothing, The only refuge I can find. So sorry that I'm fading to nothing, I can't help it, I'm losing my mind. Someone please listen to me, Even if these are silent words I speak. Someone please help me, I need the strength for I am weak. Fade to nothing, Feeling so cold inside. So sorry that I'm fading to nothing, I can't help it, I've lost all pride. I'm almost gone from this world, I don't care, nobody cares. So close to being nothing in this world, I am overrun by despair. I faded to nothing, Given in to the fall. So sorry that I faded to nothing, I can't help it, I lost it all.
DarkPainInside Posted December 8, 2003 Report Posted December 8, 2003 i care!!!! great poem i am so sorry 4 you! Stay here with me; we can be lost together!
Cyril Darkcloud Posted December 8, 2003 Report Posted December 8, 2003 Out of ashes, so it has been said, the phoenix spreads its vanished wings. Over an abyss the rush of wind and spoken word brings light bursting forth from chaos and from death to burn against such darkness as would drape its veil o’er life. Few battles be greater or hold more import than those waged by struggling hearts to claim sufficient light to see the movement of the wings of hope from the cinders of a quenching fire burning weak against a growing night.
Regel Posted December 9, 2003 Report Posted December 9, 2003 (edited) As with all things one needs to experience cold to understand hot. There is no sweet without sour and I truely believe that there can be no true happiness without a measure of sorrow. To what depths of despair do we have to fall to be able to understand great joy? The poem speaks to everyone that has ever walked in dull days. The dark stretches that seem like they will never end. Once inside them these depressions seem to obliterate the memories of any times where things were good. Then as suddenly as they began they end. A glimmer of light (hope) streaks across the brightening sky and slowly things begin to improve. Walk slowly and take the time to enjoy the light because the dark patches are often too long. I enjoyed your work Doomgaze. Edited December 9, 2003 by Regel
Tasslehoff Posted December 11, 2003 Report Posted December 11, 2003 Sheesh. Are you still posting around here... Just kidding man. Glad to see you kept your talent going. Keep it up.. Good lookin poem that is.
DoomGaze Posted December 12, 2003 Author Report Posted December 12, 2003 Great to hear from you Ryan!! its been a lil too long withour you around.. keke, anyways, how are things? Over here, they are not so bad.... anyways, if you can go on MSN, ill prolly be there... Ciao!
Beautiful Nightmare Posted December 12, 2003 Report Posted December 12, 2003 Cool poem! And yes i care aswell, such a sad and emotional poem you portay your emotions wonderfully well done!
The Death of Rats Posted August 1, 2004 Report Posted August 1, 2004 Came upon this a bit randomly (hence the date gap inbetween my post and the last one... ), but wanted to extend my kudos to ye all the same, Doom. Not only is this very smoothly lyrical, the rhyme and meter you used in here very much made it feel like a song to the point that I'm *still* sitting here hearing the vague seed of its' tune in my head (only vague, sadly, because I'm no composer). I also empathize quite a bit with it. The poem reminds me very much of how I felt after I cheated on someone for the first time. Quite a hollowed-out pain. Very well written.
Guest Morbid Angel Posted August 18, 2004 Report Posted August 18, 2004 I care! i liked the raw emotion in this piece. It is heart felt. I like it. Nice Job!
cryptomancer Posted August 18, 2004 Report Posted August 18, 2004 Emotive responses from this piece, Saddness because I have felt the touch of dispair that made me wish to become formless, so as not to effect the world with my presence. Empathy for the words written because the emotions they create in me are possible echos of the emotions in the writer. Compassion, because I know the hurt, and depth of dispair, I have seen it destroy people, I have felt it strengthen me. Memories of it never fade, but they keep me reminded of why I am who I am. Fading from the lives of those around you can be done, but the loss is generally far greater than the dispair that makes people seek to do so. Thank you for the poem, reminders of my own mortality are always so well timed. *looks at fate standing in the shadows grinning*
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