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Bornieo: Fully Loaded · 05-09-2006, 10:18 PM

It hurts.
It hurts in the morning
It hurts at night
It hurts when the sun shines
It hurts when the goes away
It hurts when the moon rises
It hurts when the moon falls
It hurts in my soul
It hurts in my heart
It hurts in my mind
It hurts in my eyes
It hurts in my head
It hurts in my fingers
It hurts when the songs play
It hurts when I say the name
It hurts when I am near
It hurts when I think
It hurts when I feel
It hurts when I cry
It hurts when I doubt
It hurts when I love
It hurts when I loose
It hurts when remember
It hurts when I see
It hurts when I forget
It hurts when I want
It hurts when I eat
It hurts when I drink
It hurts when I walk
It hurts when I dream
It hurts when I wake
It hurts when I am...

Where does the it go?
I want to be numb.
I want to disappear
I want to leave
I want to sleep
I want to forget
I want to stop
I want to stop aching

Stop aching
Stop hurting
Stop feeling
Stop thinking
Stop breathing
stop remembering
Stop seeing
Stop

How can the body remain active after the soul has left?
Where exactly does it leave, through the eyes?
Does the hollow feeling ever leave too?
How can it be such a mass that there is yet nothing left inside but the pain, sorrow and the pressure of nothingness?
If 100% of nothing is nothing, then why move?
Why breath?
Why try?
Why even consider change?
Why think that it could exist?
Why believe in everything?
Why shout and something that fails you?
Why trust that what is left will sustain you for the next slaughter?
Why say anything?

Can’t it evaporate into mist?
Can’t you drink to make it wash away?
Can’t you wish and make it all change into what it should?

Why can’t it?

It is truth
It is exact
It is the plan
It is about faith
It is about trust
It is about loss
It is about devastation
It is about nothing

And how is there nothing left to salvage for the next big adventure?
The footprints of the masses have spoken.
That there is nothing .
There will be nothing
There was nothing.
And so it is nothing...

What must be found is a place.
With no sound
no image
no light
no darkness
no faith
no pain
no breath
no sight
no love
no happiness
no sadness
no joy
no laughter
no anyone
no existence but the comfort of the singular being.
Crawl there and lie down, rest and fold into a ball of hollow mass in the corner of nothingness.
Regret the past
Forget the future
Loath the present
And embrace nothing...

MickeyLumbo · 05-10-2006, 01:41 AM

Mark, please call me.

know that i must have my cell phone turned off while in the office, but, please text me a message and leave your call back number.

i am home now and will be here until 8:00am. I will return at 9:00pm. call at any hour.

your friend,

MickeyLumbo

Gemini Cricket · 05-10-2006, 05:34 AM

Mark,
That was really, truly beautiful. It is heart wrenching and devastating. But I see a silver lining. If it were me talking in this poem, some part of me would realize that with all this hurt, things can only get better and better.
Love it.
Brad

LSPoorEeyorick · 05-10-2006, 05:46 AM

It's really lovely, M. Visceral. Heartbreaking. And you know where I am if you need to talk.

Tramspotter · 05-10-2006, 12:34 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Bornieo: Fully Loaded

Regret the past
Forget the future
Loath the present
And embrace nothing...

My quote it's from a holocost survivor who saw the worst and best in man...
Jist of everything I have read of his is:

The power is always within to:
Learn from the past
Embrace the future
Be in the present
And love and respect yourself and others

Hell if you want to try talkin or drinking it out with me or both sometime I'm game... Hit me up on MySpace.

And you should call Scott he was there for me and I appriciated it. Even when you seem to have it all the darkness can creep in when your inner light flickers.

Cadaverous Pallor · 05-10-2006, 08:40 PM

I've also thought of the lure of nothingness, a lot. You've articulated that feeling beautifully, achingly.

Sharing means you're working with it and that's good - and you know we're here if you really need to bend an ear.

Bornieo: Fully Loaded · 05-10-2006, 10:26 PM

Hey folks, The comments are appreciated. No worries here. Just my way of venting "issues" that I deal with. Writing is my way and I appreciate the "eyes and ears" of my fellow Swank'ers.

Tramspotter · 05-11-2006, 07:12 AM

Damnit! Does that mean were not going to the tittybar?

Bornieo: Fully Loaded · 05-11-2006, 09:57 PM

Are you buying? :P

Tramspotter · 05-14-2006, 08:53 PM

Round or three of drinks and entry but your on your own if you get talked into anything... I go strictly for the hot wings and beer...

05-09-2006, 10:18 PM	#1
Bornieo: Fully Loaded Lego Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Disneyland, USA Posts: 3,704	When I... It hurts. It hurts in the morning It hurts at night It hurts when the sun shines It hurts when the goes away It hurts when the moon rises It hurts when the moon falls It hurts in my soul It hurts in my heart It hurts in my mind It hurts in my eyes It hurts in my head It hurts in my fingers It hurts when the songs play It hurts when I say the name It hurts when I am near It hurts when I think It hurts when I feel It hurts when I cry It hurts when I doubt It hurts when I love It hurts when I loose It hurts when remember It hurts when I see It hurts when I forget It hurts when I want It hurts when I eat It hurts when I drink It hurts when I walk It hurts when I dream It hurts when I wake It hurts when I am... Where does the it go? I want to be numb. I want to disappear I want to leave I want to sleep I want to forget I want to stop I want to stop aching Stop aching Stop hurting Stop feeling Stop thinking Stop breathing stop remembering Stop seeing Stop How can the body remain active after the soul has left? Where exactly does it leave, through the eyes? Does the hollow feeling ever leave too? How can it be such a mass that there is yet nothing left inside but the pain, sorrow and the pressure of nothingness? If 100% of nothing is nothing, then why move? Why breath? Why try? Why even consider change? Why think that it could exist? Why believe in everything? Why shout and something that fails you? Why trust that what is left will sustain you for the next slaughter? Why say anything? Can’t it evaporate into mist? Can’t you drink to make it wash away? Can’t you wish and make it all change into what it should? Why can’t it? It is truth It is exact It is the plan It is about faith It is about trust It is about loss It is about devastation It is about nothing And how is there nothing left to salvage for the next big adventure? The footprints of the masses have spoken. That there is nothing . There will be nothing There was nothing. And so it is nothing... What must be found is a place. With no sound no image no light no darkness no faith no pain no breath no sight no love no happiness no sadness no joy no laughter no anyone no existence but the comfort of the singular being. Crawl there and lie down, rest and fold into a ball of hollow mass in the corner of nothingness. Regret the past Forget the future Loath the present And embrace nothing...
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05-10-2006, 01:41 AM	#2
MickeyLumbo thankfully grateful Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: shangrila Posts: 1,388	Mark, please call me. know that i must have my cell phone turned off while in the office, but, please text me a message and leave your call back number. i am home now and will be here until 8:00am. I will return at 9:00pm. call at any hour. your friend, MickeyLumbo __________________
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05-10-2006, 05:34 AM	#3
Gemini Cricket ... Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 13,244	Mark, That was really, truly beautiful. It is heart wrenching and devastating. But I see a silver lining. If it were me talking in this poem, some part of me would realize that with all this hurt, things can only get better and better. Love it. Brad
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05-10-2006, 05:46 AM	#4
LSPoorEeyorick scribblin' Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: in the moment Posts: 3,872	It's really lovely, M. Visceral. Heartbreaking. And you know where I am if you need to talk.
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05-10-2006, 08:40 PM	#6
Cadaverous Pallor ohhhh baby Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Parental Bliss Posts: 12,364	I've also thought of the lure of nothingness, a lot. You've articulated that feeling beautifully, achingly. Sharing means you're working with it and that's good - and you know we're here if you really need to bend an ear. __________________ The second star to the right shines in the night for you
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05-10-2006, 10:26 PM	#7
Bornieo: Fully Loaded Lego Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Disneyland, USA Posts: 3,704	Hey folks, The comments are appreciated. No worries here. Just my way of venting "issues" that I deal with. Writing is my way and I appreciate the "eyes and ears" of my fellow Swank'ers.
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05-11-2006, 07:12 AM	#8
Tramspotter Show me on the bear. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: LA Posts: 445	Damnit! Does that mean were not going to the tittybar?
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05-11-2006, 09:57 PM	#9
Bornieo: Fully Loaded Lego Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Disneyland, USA Posts: 3,704	Are you buying? :P
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05-14-2006, 08:53 PM	#10
Tramspotter Show me on the bear. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: LA Posts: 445	Round or three of drinks and entry but your on your own if you get talked into anything... I go strictly for the hot wings and beer...
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