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Other Side
By suicidalsecrecy
Solid black, colorless white
Contrast as vivid as day and night
Happiness and sadness
Opposites of the poles
Opposite sides
of the spectrum
Always feeling sadness
Happiness is a rarity
Like others, I try to do what is expected of me
But can never
follow through
I always fall through
And fail
Constantly
staying on the side
Of the spectrum where sadness lies
Hoping
to reach the other side
To which everyone it seems its happiness
they buy
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Published on Thursday, November 10, 2005.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, November 29, 2019, zebra black
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wrote:
There are a million reasons to be depressed. If its clinical depression it could simply be biochemical, but on the other hand it could be your lying to yourself about something like a secret you keep from yourself, meaning through suppression of desire you have hexed yourself. Maybe you would feel better if you where really bad in a constructive kind of way . Bring out your demons and play with them if you have the inner strength to keep the little fuckers on a leash so they dont ruin your life like they are now all swept under the rug. I like your beautiful red hair and sweet eyes. Write something dangerous. There's really nothing sexier than a dangerous woman wo writes devastatingly hot poems about her depravity. Do you have to pretend that not being wild and deeply centered wont help. Do you tell yourself you have to be good when you know you dont always wanna be. Your poems are tears of despair; why not turn them to fire and lust. Write about what you want instead of whats missing. Extreme honesty will help you propel yourself forward and without full courage of admission of your true most sacred darkness you can never find your light. When you call your self suicidal secrecy it not a secret. Is there something about the idea of suicide besides death that appeals to you ? Maybe you should perform a fantasy suicide for some one special who could assist or watch you and tell you how beautiful you look and kiss you so ever tenderly as you pretend to fade into midnight. xo I think you would love that. Then you could return free. Death is about loosing ones self. Why not lose your self in a phantasmagoria of lust and really die to this grey flat world, at least for awhile. ;)
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A former member wrote:
Keep your hope held close...brother...for that is your only hope
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A former member wrote:
Or is it? You decide man...
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