It is an Odd One

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    Just filled with boredom

    It is an Odd One

     It is odd this life is,
    Meandering aimlessly,
    Through the miasma of circumstance
    Reaching for one thing or being that you
    Could hold on to
    Always in transition from light to dark,
    Then from dark to light.

    Something strange approached me the other day.
    I thought it was a new chance at love, life,and happiness.
    Alac and alas I was mistaken as I have been my whole life,
    I can see through the lies of the past
    As well as the misnomers of the present to no avail.

    I have walked through the endless corridors,
    Into the blackness of nothing
    I am dead, absolutely dead
    Now, I can do whatever I want it is all good.

      

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    scrye commented on It is an Odd One

    07-16-2009

    i really liked this poem but you being the accomplished editor that you are you don't need me to tell you how well its phrased or whether its stanza'd correctly and such. Did it touch me personally? Yes and for that i rate it a 10
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    passionsdance commented on It is an Odd One

    07-11-2009

    Death only truly happense when the soul chooses to give up . We live , we live beyond this world. Beyond this dimension. A soul creates its own heaven and its own hell . Like a painting we draw our existence. What we believe to be real is what truly exists and what we fail to see is what dies because if we can not see it or feel it then we have made it invisible and therefor in our minds it is gone . we can not blame life for failure or unhappiness no more than we can blame the wind for blowing . If one lives in regret , unhappiness, and sorrow .. the only one to be blamed is the self . You have control of whether you LIVE or you DIE... you have control of what the world around you can be or can not be . Good Poem
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