09-11-2012, 01:11 AM
I guess I was supposed to've put the latest version on top days ago. It ends on a different note in this version; less hopeful than the first might or might not have been. But that doesn't matter if it's nothing but a pointless, thoughtless ramble, as a gang of critics on another forum told me. Leaving me feeling as if I'd insulted them in some way by posting it.
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I've formed a nervous cough
From some neurotic things that float inside,
And I've been digging through my unconscious
Trying to make it stop.
There's a nervous thought stuck in my throat
I've no hope of clearing out.
Even if I dry heave until I gag
I'm only stirring dead fish in an invisible pond.
I think it's a puddle with nothing in it,
That it's the hope itself being gone.
Now that it can't even see its reflection,
It feels it isn't there, never was.
While there might be an infinite world beneath the surface,
Without a hope in Hell, what does it matter?
Someone's invisible fish and talking wounds:
A whole sea life beyond my persona.
If I can't talk about it, I'm just going to cough.
Repress the fantastical visions until they're dead.
Dissolving the rest in island silences
Divorced from an ocean dense with words.
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I’ve formed a nervous cough
From some neurotic things that float inside,
And I’ve been digging through my unconscious
Trying to make it stop.
There’s a nervous thought stuck in my throat,
I’ve no hope of clearing out.
Even if I dry heave until I gag
I’m only stirring dead fish in an invisible pond.
I think it’s a puddle with nothing in it,
That it’s the hope itself being gone.
Now that it can’t even see its reflection,
It feels it isn’t there, never was.
While there might be an infinite world beneath the surface,
Without a hope in Hell, what does it matter?
Someone’s invisible fish and talking wounds:
A whole sea life beyond my persona.
If I can’t talk about it, I’m just going to cough.
Repress the fantastical visions until they’re dead.
But it was a fit for survival among the angels
That led the mammal to its first word.
..................
I've formed a nervous cough
From some neurotic things that float inside,
And I've been digging through my unconscious
Trying to make it stop.
There's a nervous thought stuck in my throat
I've no hope of clearing out.
Even if I dry heave until I gag
I'm only stirring dead fish in an invisible pond.
I think it's a puddle with nothing in it,
That it's the hope itself being gone.
Now that it can't even see its reflection,
It feels it isn't there, never was.
While there might be an infinite world beneath the surface,
Without a hope in Hell, what does it matter?
Someone's invisible fish and talking wounds:
A whole sea life beyond my persona.
If I can't talk about it, I'm just going to cough.
Repress the fantastical visions until they're dead.
Dissolving the rest in island silences
Divorced from an ocean dense with words.
......................
I’ve formed a nervous cough
From some neurotic things that float inside,
And I’ve been digging through my unconscious
Trying to make it stop.
There’s a nervous thought stuck in my throat,
I’ve no hope of clearing out.
Even if I dry heave until I gag
I’m only stirring dead fish in an invisible pond.
I think it’s a puddle with nothing in it,
That it’s the hope itself being gone.
Now that it can’t even see its reflection,
It feels it isn’t there, never was.
While there might be an infinite world beneath the surface,
Without a hope in Hell, what does it matter?
Someone’s invisible fish and talking wounds:
A whole sea life beyond my persona.
If I can’t talk about it, I’m just going to cough.
Repress the fantastical visions until they’re dead.
But it was a fit for survival among the angels
That led the mammal to its first word.