Ghosts Like Illusions
Ghosts Like Illusions
You
and
Me;
There's really
no such
thing.
We are the stuff
that myths
are made from.
We are
contentment
gone awry.
We are only
pretending
to be restless,
to
remember
what it meant,
to
be
alive.
and
Me;
There's really
no such
thing.
We are the stuff
that myths
are made from.
We are
contentment
gone awry.
We are only
pretending
to be restless,
to
remember
what it meant,
to
be
alive.
A conversation monologue:
I heard our voices in my head.
A conversation monologue—
I spoke to you
and then retread your
might response myself;
and led our walk together lone instead.
A conversation monologue
betrayed true conversation dead.
I heard our voices in my head.
A conversation monologue—
I spoke to you
and then retread your
might response myself;
and led our walk together lone instead.
A conversation monologue
betrayed true conversation dead.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
is this all there is
this contentment
between the you
between the me
we fit so perfectly
that certainly
it just cannot be
the way i see
the way you see
our eyes locked
unitedly
embraced for all
eternity
restlessly
the you... the me
prepare for
our destiny
for it's you
and it's me
together...
divinely
why question
our reality
just let us be
contentedly
floating, flowing
unhurriedly
across a sea
that will surely
see us thru
this you
this me
collectively
our spatial
we
this contentment
between the you
between the me
we fit so perfectly
that certainly
it just cannot be
the way i see
the way you see
our eyes locked
unitedly
embraced for all
eternity
restlessly
the you... the me
prepare for
our destiny
for it's you
and it's me
together...
divinely
why question
our reality
just let us be
contentedly
floating, flowing
unhurriedly
across a sea
that will surely
see us thru
this you
this me
collectively
our spatial
we
Last edited by mtmynd on November 23rd, 2005, 1:46 pm, edited 1 time in total.
sunken eyes watch me
fade into the backwoods,
got you on backorder
time is slower than death
silently i eat away at
those soft parts of self
surrounded by this all encompassing thing
all around me and so stealthy
my thirst for more grows
and swallowing pains me
i will bleed myself of the all
for the want of a ghost.
fade into the backwoods,
got you on backorder
time is slower than death
silently i eat away at
those soft parts of self
surrounded by this all encompassing thing
all around me and so stealthy
my thirst for more grows
and swallowing pains me
i will bleed myself of the all
for the want of a ghost.
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