Reza Khan
05-19-2005, 01:04 AM
Well, I'm a bit of a poet, I guess. People have said that I'm any where from 'pretty good' to 'absolutely fantastic,' but I'll let you be the judge of that for yourselves.
Anticipations
Hatred provides the differentiations between the anticipations in my soul. These anticipations have clung to my subconscious with the intent to break me apart.
These anticipations are holding me together.
I am pulled both outward and inward by the hatred in the deepest portion of my being. This hatred is annihilation, my strength, my despair.
And it is breaking me.
It may aid in the differentiation that flows from my shattered spirit, but it breaks me apart in way that I never imagined.
I am alone in my subconscious as it caresses my soul so gently, so tenderly, but it is only deceiving. I sense that there is hesitation, but why? Why would something so strong, so independent, feel the urge to fall away from the intense pursuit that it has so eagerly chosen?
A wise man might say that it wanted to give up, that the pursuit the anticipation had engaged in was becoming too hard. But the smarter man would say that the hesitation in the anticipation is due to a longing for perfection in the silence.
The silence of a shattered world. The silence of two hearts beating together. The silence of hatred.
And the silence breaks me in two.
Even though I feel the deepest longing to show up the anticipation, I cant. And that breaks me. My soul is full of the deepest desires to differentiate on my own, away from these horrible anticipations that pull me apart.
This is how I discovered hatred. This is when I broke. This is when I became me.
And this is perfection.
Elizabeth
Anticipations
Hatred provides the differentiations between the anticipations in my soul. These anticipations have clung to my subconscious with the intent to break me apart.
These anticipations are holding me together.
I am pulled both outward and inward by the hatred in the deepest portion of my being. This hatred is annihilation, my strength, my despair.
And it is breaking me.
It may aid in the differentiation that flows from my shattered spirit, but it breaks me apart in way that I never imagined.
I am alone in my subconscious as it caresses my soul so gently, so tenderly, but it is only deceiving. I sense that there is hesitation, but why? Why would something so strong, so independent, feel the urge to fall away from the intense pursuit that it has so eagerly chosen?
A wise man might say that it wanted to give up, that the pursuit the anticipation had engaged in was becoming too hard. But the smarter man would say that the hesitation in the anticipation is due to a longing for perfection in the silence.
The silence of a shattered world. The silence of two hearts beating together. The silence of hatred.
And the silence breaks me in two.
Even though I feel the deepest longing to show up the anticipation, I cant. And that breaks me. My soul is full of the deepest desires to differentiate on my own, away from these horrible anticipations that pull me apart.
This is how I discovered hatred. This is when I broke. This is when I became me.
And this is perfection.
Elizabeth