Warning, no sharp objects past this point....

[erisesoteric]

CLOSER TO THE DANGER ZONE

Are you frightened of the night or of the day?
Are you scared of what you?d say
If faced with consequence and reason?
This is the danger of the crash and of the climbing
The danger of the moment that you catch yourself
From falling back and face each little thing
That brought you here
And looking down and stepping back
And taking hold
And climbing
This is the danger of the climb
When leaving pain means facing pain and letting go
When faced with choice and choosing,
Who?s to know
Which walls to smash
And which to leave as your foundation
This is the danger of choosing --
What would crumble you?

And losing faith again, and when it shatters
Which pieces do you lose, and which are scattered
Lost again and never seen
And in the echo of the last and bitter time
How to learn of faith
And of forgiveness
Faced with each betrayal
This is the danger of faith and of forgiveness
This is the moment that
You fail to reach beyond and offer comfort
Each time, each and every time
This is the danger of holding
Past the time you should be letting go
Because you will let go
The fall is harder every time.

Do you love your life, your strife
Could you end it, take the knife,
The razor, slice away
The masks that hide us, everyday
Could you stand naked
With all you bare intentions hanging out
And face the rout
And walk away
And force another peace to stay?
Do you know what you are fighting?
Do you know the face you fear?
How to choose your rival
When each face you see becomes a mirror?
This is the danger of masks
Of wearing and removing
Who?s to know what you?ve been hiding
Who?s to know just what you?ll see?

[Branflakes]

Damn, you're good!

*wanders off to post her simple, plain poems*

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Branflakes. The Ninja Lesbian. The Milk Getter. The Hair Gel Getter. I get it all!
The one Necro calls "brain".
I walk the path, trying not to get pulled into the weeds.
"walking away, no longer running."--NecroFlash
"See that star...the one shining brighter than all the others? I know the girl who hung it there."

[erisesoteric]

Fek to that, Bran. I can't write stories for shinola, so don't give that dreck.

[dwim]

Eri,
I like the message of the poem however, I feel as if it just drag on and on and so on... In my opinion, it needs to be more tight. Um... ok?

Now, the sig hits...

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There's loneliness in the radios...

[erisesoteric]

OK, dwim.

But, be warned, all my stuff is long. I usually restrict my self to one page, with certain formatting requirements (I do the real composition on computer), but sometimes what I have to say takes longer than that.

This is an average sized poem...

Also, it scans better if you read it out loud (but most poetry does...)

[This message has been edited by erisesoteric (edited April 27, 2000).]