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Poetry for the sullen. [December 2007]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (9) A Victim (Poetry) This poem represents how I felt in being vicitmized. I guess that it supported the idea that I was more so the victim. [70 words] [Drama] An Answer (Poetry) ...the answer to everything that she is. [160 words] [Mind] Basics Of A Personality Disorder (Essays) A relatively short essay summarizing the causes, affects, and treatment of Multiple Personality Disorder and Dissociative Identity Disorder. Originally written in May of 2004, revised as of April 2007... [1,554 words] [Psychology] Mark Of My Pain (Poetry) This is an expression of all the pain I went through in a particular event. The event, or series of, was because of that one friend that The Plague of the Thought was written about. [64 words] [Drama] Newborn Lamb (Poetry) This represents my new change, valued greatly at that. [86 words] [Drama] Out Of Sight (Poetry) ...not much emotion actually went into this, but that doesn't mean that none did. ...inspired by an episode of Law & Order, go figure. [110 words] [Drama] Reality Of An Illusion (Poetry) Poem from feeling. My new fav. [80 words] The Plague Of The Thought (Poetry) I wrote this when I thought my best friend had killed herself. I had good reason to believe so, but she didn't. Even though we're no longer friends, I'm glad that she didn't. [70 words] [Drama] The Structue Of A Soul (Poetry) An expression of how I have changed. [204 words] [Mind]
Beyond Death Robert A Ferguson
You were just lying there still and dead. The blood was running from under your still warm body. I felt as though this could not be, but as I looked around, it was everywhere to see. You were all dead. A few of the women and I were the only to survive. We all mourned over our lost loves. We were anything but at place in this horrid environment, surrounded in such gore. The dark red that seemed to devour all grace present meant nothing to us, for we only saw our lost. I saw you... lying there. I could think of only a time when all was beautiful, when we needed only each other, a time before this damned war. Now I don't have you, and with you all of this love and beauty seemed to have went. I begin to see only darkness, only gloom. This emptiness seems to steal my breath and numb all sensation. As it takes over me, I fall upon your chest, becoming one with this hell. All of this now seems to mean nothing, seems to be almost the opposite, because I feel as though my time is near. I know that I am soon to follow, and I will soon greet your eager wait. What's left of my strength and love is now diverted to only one place. My hand still clinches firmly to yours, never to let go again. As the last essence of my life begins to slip from me, I instinctly recite that line that we spoke to each other long ago: "I love you, and forever it will always be."
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