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Elithraniel (nebride) wrote,
@ 2003-07-20 04:19:00

Current mood:	apathetic
Current music:	I'm With You - Avril Lavigne

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Well, would you look at that, I'm listening to Avril Lavigne! Yes, I know, curiously out of character, and Avril Lavigne is the furthermost artist from my top 10, nay, top 100. Heh. However, this song, I'm With You, is essentially quite respectable, and I sense I can relate to the lyrics reasonably well. I adore the sound, and she appears to have bravura singing, but concealed it under all of those punk songs. I must say; I now have a new-fangled opinion on this "sk8er grrl". XD At any rate, my sleeping hours are utterly muddled. I've been awaking at around 10:00 PM, then sleeping at around 1:00 PM. -.-; Hence it's 4:19 AM, connoting that I only just awoke. Ghastly, eh? You may be speculating how these ungodly hours begun... Well, my parents have needed me to come work for them on late hours, thus, I arrive at 2 AM, depart the place at around 6 AM, arrive home at about 7 AM, and by then, I'm hooked on Mountain Dew and fundamentally wired and can't get to sleep, until the wooziness finally hits at around 12 PM or 1. It's quite unpleasant, as you can in all probability see in your mind's eye.

Worst part about these hours is that most of my supposed net friends aren't night owls, therefore, when I come online to check up on my forums, web site, E-mail, and messengers, no one is online to converse with. And, naturally, everyone I converse with in "real life" is on customary sleeping hours as well, leaving me in essence to my lonesome. Boo-hoo. Oh well, I shouldn't permit that to dispirit me. As the lyrics of "No More Keeping My Feet On The Ground" by "Coldplay" have taught me, there's absolutely nothing to bring me down. Melancholy is a choice. Time to be optimistic and buoyant. ^^ Conjointly, in the previous few days, I've met some pleasurable and intellectual new people to congregate with. And as most of you know, I love intelligence. *Grins naively.* Oh, yes, before going further, I wrote two new poems. This one I've christened "Virtual Reality". It's about life's factual denotation and false alternatives. (Sounds fascinating, yes? :-D)

”Virtual Reality"

Far past the twilight is a chastisement outlying the distant confusion;
concealed deep in a broken heart blazes the almighty tattered illusion.
Searching for hope in an infinite field of pain and thorn
emphasizes the bliss of thy confusion reborn.
Within this flight of imagination, integrity is but the snake of illusory lie,
hours of the day tears stream from within, thus the happiness cry.
Diminishing beneath this fiery blaze,
are seraphs of console and sorrow…
searching for love intertwining this maze.

The splendorous sobbing of seraphs outlines an ocean, of which inquiries flow.
Relinquishing pain upon others, questions drown, hark true love’s thunderous glow.
Can we endure the storm following the elation?
Concaving the psyche’s loss further tells us love is but our creation…
I’ve journeyed through the corridor of positive depression time after time,
and only externally past these walls lay the harmonious and sincere chime.
I cannot begin to question the movement of the terrestrial sphere,
hence not far past the science lays our tranquil spear.

My fresh cavern of knowledge questions itself before,
asking if my destination is only but ashore.
“Possibly so, but that love is no where to be seen,
an inexplicable emotion I’ve never felt so serene.”
So we reflect off each other, lying upon an aspiration,
but within which we shall never discover salvation.
The graveyard of time informs me it will be mine,
and from now and eternally I shall bathe in recovery divine.

Not bad, eh? I'd say it's my preeminent yet. This one I've titled "Mind Control". It's on the subject of the hit anime succession, "Rurouni Kenshin". Hope you like. ^^

“Mind Control”

Compassion isn’t a gasp of concern in this bleeding existence.
Slay the mediators; do not descry the salvage in the distance.
Rest under the sinuous waterfall of blood; hearken your deadly king.
Tomorrow is the at hand, tingling as you stain their death, sensing thy sweet sting.
Blood is the significance of being. Pierce their hollow soul, and respire deep the breeze.
Pursuing thou masters array; the prisoner enters your eye, and instantly do they freeze.

Indeed tomorrow is the present, sweat current from your effigy,
the world quivers as you capture step, your head awakens, opening thy prodigy.
You preserve thou dazzling dove of beyond, and immediately you befall apprehension.
Nay did you endeavor, nay did you rise; your hand is thy meander of retention.
Time is precious, and you sequestered it from the innocent nature,
he who you depended upon, pierced his blade within you, thus you did he denature.
You rode the fountain of obscurity, murdered the reverence, although nonentity did come.
Your life is ablaze, the emotions you endured you did take, thus the memory of succumb.

The exploitation was remarkable long ago,
although you departed the unparalleled distance, you never dived into thy pure flow.
You were certain slaughter was righteous, thus you battled he who you cherished.
But in the end it is but you who perished.

Thy placid dove of midnight light does perspire blood upon your battered finger,
thus recall the excruciating struggle you did linger.
You’ve gone astray upon a broken reminiscence,
and at last you discover within love and peace is thou single sacred bless.

I can't say it's as superior as "Virtual Reality", but it is indeed close. Well, I suppose that's all I can type for you at this instant. Habetis bona deum! (Have a nice day.)

- Yours Truly (Cogito, ergo doleo.)

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