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There are things one can never forget.
An act out of thoughtlessness destroys trust and hope.
The betrayal of the heart by the mind destroys any love.
Distance means nothing.
They only difference is the strength of one's heart.
A weak heart makes the mind useless and only invites
carelessness and hatred.
One must always think before acting for once initiated,
a deliberate action can never be corrected nor retracted.
Instead, it lays out for all to remember.
Love does not last forever,
only hatred burns eternal.
.....
I sit back and enjoy what could have been while I lie here in
fear of what has transpired. A chance not taken,
an unending bond broken -- not once, but twice.
Convenience over conscience resulted in a pain
that never left, but festered into torture and anguish.
Now only emptiness resides in my soul.
At one time love was all that mattered.
Now, hatred has replaced that happy feeling.
I am now changed,
but so are you.
.....
nothingness is the essence of all. it is the absence of
matter that defines the reality of what is present.
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Cling-- the zippo breaks the still fall night with its chime.
A flick of the thumb and a twitch of the wrist lights my
cigarette and starts a stream of memories. The smoke
rises and stings my eyes; it makes me tear for a moment,
but I easily regain my calm, cool composure. my mind
reminds me of the first time we met.
You looked so pretty in your red dress -- you made me
stop and notice the playful curls of ebony that turned dark
brown as it flowed down your head.
An image was burned into my heart.
Our first kiss was filled with nervous anticipation. Time
moved slowly between us before our lips finally met. When
they did, the second hand stopped -- not another grain of
sand fell. We froze time in the beginning of out unity.
When you left me, my heart crumbled. I watched you
walk away from me on the coldest night in the dying
summer. Those echoing footsteps extinguished the
remaining embers of out once glowing love.
All we have left is smoke. I inhale my last and look
closely at the spent cigarette in my hand. It glows softly,
offering a meager light to illuminate this darkened world.
I release and let it fall to the ground.
I put it out this time.
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Run little boy, while you still can.
You'll grow up all too soon.
So play, play as much as you like.
These days are numbered.
Morning shall become noon soon enough.
Run, run as fast as you can to the west. Do not escape
the sun's caring watch, for frightful things happen at night.
You will learn to use those feet to run over your playmates.
You'll be running a much bigger race. Your play toys will
become weapons. You will hurt.
So run little boy, run far, far away.
Play little boy, play, play away.
This is your day.
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