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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] Beyond Death (Short Stories) A short piece on a love reaching through war and beyond death. [275 words] [Drama] 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 Robert A Ferguson
Many thoughts rush through my head. I am angry, as well as mournfull. My destiny seems to bend at my every sight of pleasure. It is redirected to a course of loneliness and an unending feeling of meaningless. Fate angers me. It trys me like an experimentation. I'm angry at not just fate anymore, but myself as well. As I slip further into this meaningless, I scold myself and ignore any fate. I lose sight of a once upheld belief in a balance between the two primary states of being. I believe I am beginning to crumble at the twisting of fate. A persons soul can only withstand so much default. When this limit is reached the ultimate is carried out. I may have crumbled, but I will rebuild. I have not reached my limit. My structure is becoming stronger. I now will not bend to the slightest aggitations, but I am becoming slightly more recluse for fear of the same disaster. My harder fortification allows for greater aggrevations but less intrusions, whether friendly or opposite. I am becoming more aggressive to the common subject than ever before. All of this is unnoticeable, because it is a structure, and the outside remains the same.
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