Unreal
She doesn't exist in this world, only beyond the surface of the cold screen. She doesn't exist. And I hate that I compare her to all beings when put to test. How crude and tedious they become, and how she would silently suffer in isolation. But she's not real; I am yet to convince myself. I need her, but she's of my own creation, I give her the pulse, the silence in which she mesmerizes me. I make her tragic, and alluring but I can't feel her warmth. Only blankly stare where she resides. Beyond the screen. Inside my head.
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We all have that Demon inside of us, or so I believe. Afraid to set her free? I know I do.
I love your writing, too bad I'm a monk or I'd screw you. Keep up the good work my child.
I just wanted to say that you are very talented. ^_^ And a good choice for letting out thoughts and emotions. I just kind of stumbled upon this blog by mistake... looking for a good background picture and well, your picture with the hoodie came up and looked kind of cool. I've read about six posts now. LoL So many people seem freaked out. I mean, I'm glad that at least some people care for your existance, but um ... just some posts-- wow. I see your last post was in Dec. and that kind of sucks. :p I think you have a great way of setting an atmosphere/emotion in your writings, and it's something, well, some posts, I can relate to. I do hope you haven;t forgotten about this blog and will post more of this great poetry. It's a great way to let things out and explore yourself as a person. I hope to see you posting more soon!
--N
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