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15 April 2012 @ 11:37 pm
it's that moment in time when you tell yourself that
you've made it.
you've had enough, you say,
and the tiredness is threatening to melt your bones
to your muscles and your blood
moves ever-so-slowly,

but the questions seep in, one by one,
the Reaper coming nearer
and the sand falls, grain by grain, and
the hand moves from north to south to north again.

on one hand: why bother?
on the other: what next?

the earlier seems to win,
and the latter seems to wither
consumed by the cold, the fires -
which once defined your fervor,
washed away by the world's

the world calls you young, but
you have weathered far too much,
young one, but don't forget
that your word is not your end - no shouts and taunts,
no whispers and groans and applause and insults --
-- none but silence can end
15 April 2012 @ 12:04 am
What is UP with LJ

I mean

The comments thing = huge improvement (autocode!)but what is UP with these scissor things? The parentheses were superior.