The Fever's Will

The fever consumes me; I bend to its will
It tears from inside me, my inner-self spills
Into words on the page, my soul’s on a stage
Seeking some end to life’s perpetual maze
Living and dying, all together as one
I sit and I observe the world coming undone
Line by line I sharply yank on the thread
Knowing that some day I too will be dead
Freedom and peace will at long last be mine
And my soul will fly freely from this crusty rind
The aging worn flesh, decaying with time
Leaving behind but a few short lyric lines

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Black Roses in Orbitfields of black roses in space drifting, lonely and disconnected. they’ve fallen into the orbit of a dying star.
floating among the flowers gazing towards the dull orb tears stream down my face. the planets behind me, despairing, they’ve turned cold their hearts chilled; layers of thick ice covering their once beautiful shells
a final tear trickles down as I turn and depart this decadent system
ages ago this neighborhood it was my home Black Roses in Orbit
by ~asmeus

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Failed AttractionsConfidence fails me when she’s near. Insecurities begin to seep in through cracks in my shell, Once inside they reproduce like a virus. There’s no cure for this malady.
I feel a need to hide; An overwhelming need to escape. I try to find the cure but I’m too weak.
Convulsions passing through me Tossing my limp mind like a crumpled sheet of paper;
Placing me on the wrack The vicious torturer named emotion stares with cold dull eyes As he winds the cruel machine and pulls me apart His carnivorous thoughts tearing, Ripping, and dislocating my vulnerable Failed Attractions
by ~asmeus

The Fever's WillThe fever consumes me; I bend to its will
It tears from inside me, my inner-self spills
Into words on the page, my soul’s on a stage
Seeking some end to life’s perpetual maze
Living and dying, all together as one
I sit and I observe the world coming undone
Line by line I sharply yank on the thread
Knowing that some day I too will be dead
Freedom and peace will at long last be mine
And my soul will fly freely from this crusty rind
The aging worn flesh, decaying with time
Leaving behind but a few short lyric lines The Fever's Will
by ~asmeus

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Fri Mar 19, 2004, 6:15 AM

I find myself unable to edit my poems much. I write them, and then I am unable to edit them even if I recognize the problems. I guess I just try to learn from my mistakes and write new things. Maybe I am too easily distracted

Oh well...

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Current Residence: The land of God and Carpet
Favourite movie: Waking Life
Favourite band or musician: Opeth and Queerwolf
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Electronica, Alt. Rock...
Favourite poet or writer: Shelley
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
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Favourite game: Final Fantasy VI or IV
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~haunt Mar 25, 2004, 9:10:11 PM

thanks for the favorite on aphelion, by the way.

~ageai Dec 22, 2003, 11:01:28 AM

thx so much for the

~asmeus Mar 18, 2004, 7:05:59 AM

No problem. It's some wonderful photography!

$spyed Apr 10, 2003, 2:21:21 AM

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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