Time does not pass.
I am host to a fiction that cannot be erased,
Slave to a whim of a psychological leech.
If I ask you to follow me,
To explore the endless oceans of ink and saliva that I am born from,
You will suffer for my sickness,
As I become more real than you can understand.
Author notes
Hmm. Partially about illness and partially about the fact that I live in a fantasy world 70% of my life. It conflicts with me and yet I am at harmony. Nobody could ever understand how I think but I wish i could show people. I'm quite tired. I keep getting the same pop-up over and over again and I want to annihilate the universe because of it.
A contest entry
- Bring It All by Simply Simple.
1800 points, ended February 26, 2008, 120 entries
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Time for bed
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The fifth line really stood out to me. The images of oceans of ink and saliva, that gives birth do you really have something special and unique to it.
Quite a dark feel comes from these words, though you've written them down in soothing, almost comforting voice actually.
Thank you for entering the contest, I wish you the best of luck!
Leander -
Alone ....
I believe we are all alone in our minds , However great a facade we may put forth . It would be nice , to have someone who could understand us . But I doubt there is anyone out there that can understand anyone else , to the fullest . ... Good work .
-Draiden .
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I liked the shortness and wording of this poem it was very effective. I thank you for the explaination in the authors notes. Best of luck in the contest and keep writing.
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Verry Interesting
i like it but it kinda strays from the point of illness but other than that its really good
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intresing and dark
very nice
aweimspireing witout lengh
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pop-ups suck.
this is cool.
the endless oceans of ink and saliva that I am born from
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Profound, dark and interesting. Really thought-provoking and creative. Great imagery. Thanks for sharing.
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Each of us live in our own worlds, different for each of us from that of everyone elses. Hard not to try to impose our values and thoughts on others; not that ours are any more correct or better than someone elses, just that they are different. Think we are all like this, what you describe in the poem, in a way. We do see things differently, which is why when we find someone who thinks the same as we do, we seem to become friends quickly. Think you have written about this very well.
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I know the feeling. Loved this one. 
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I am what i am you iz what you iz sometime the worlds entwine and make sence to all........
But not often
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agree, i do
The fantasy world is where we find comfort, to escape the putrid reality that burdens us, thus the harmony ensues. Butter me toast. KEH?!
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this is very interesting. its ok i live in a fantasy world about 80% of the time. i wish that people could understand the way that i think as well , me and my sister talk about this all the time. its so weird to think about whats going through peoples heads all the time. very good write.
Zannah
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