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David Luke Mathews
- Me, Myself, and I
Hi. My name is David Luke
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in the beginning you dreamed for me, in my eyes you saw the moon and the stars. you saw fury and innocence, fire and wonder. you kept me close but i drifted.
i began to look beyond the window, beyond your world and created my own. i wandered effortlessly, it was so easy, so right. i became enthralled with the reckless; the madness of my world. slowly i began to leave you behind. scared of lonely i chased danger. i craved delusion, lay with lunacy. not once did i look back, not once.
i fled to my own absurd delirium; fled to the lustful aspirations of youth. i was untouchable. i felt infatuation but not love, heartbreak without heart, passion without desire. but it wore me down. i wanted more, i needed more. you beckoned me home but it was a path i could not take.
to the skies i cried for direction, in the stars i saw our dreams, in the moon our fantasy and in my hands a pitiful reality in which i stood alone. such bitter realisation left me empty, left me longing to be more. but i am just one half and together we are but two. what walls i built came crumbling down and i stood and whispered:
"wake the moon, wake the stars, throw down heavens fury! to hell's delight i won't despair - i am who i am"
3 Comments 144 weeks
she walks slow. fragile and tender she shudders from the cold. destination unknown. past forgotten. in this forever emptiness she walks slow.
alone. hollow. empty. forgotten.
around her there is no landscape, no brilliance in creation, no green haven or clear water. there is grey. there is rock, stone and clay. this is a barren world, a lost world. heroes to not reside here, greatness is forsaken. no, this is the residence of the unnoticed, the abandoned, the worthless, the unwanted. this is emptiness.
she walks slow. she is broken and unrepairable. she cries diamonds as tears stream down her face. from within her heart breaks and her soul aches.
a cluthced fist and a firm stance.
in one moment she declares not to this world but to her own, this will not be the end, this is not how her story shall be told. in rage she screams her defiance. no more. no more shall she carry these budens. what sin she carries will be forgiven, what crimes she committed will be forgotten.
this world, her world will not be dictated by the laws of ours. she will break free, break all ties. become strong, stronger. the moon shall be her halo, the sun her crown and beneath her feet will be a world she created. emptiness is not the absence of content it is a product of the passive. it is not the lack of emotion but the birth of it. from emptiness creativity is born and strength is found.
from nothing there comes substance, from dark there comes light and from death there comes life.
* question your perception. your senses, consider them all. every single one. what you perceive and what i perceive may not always be in harmony. what you believe and what i believe may not be what they believe. what you hear and what you see may be worlds apart from what you feel. then consider each internally and externally. what you perceive and what you portray is paramount to your stability.
emptiness is a sorrowful state, but only if you perceive it to be so.
4 Comments 147 weeks
my life is a road. a path. a journey.
i travel it cautiously and recklessly in equal respects.
it is both a maze of confusion and a labyrinth of disillusion.
its direction, its meaning, its purpose
- i remain oblivious to it all.
it is a road i walk upon with tender foot,
despite the heavy load with which i am encumbered.
it is a story, a tale, an anecdote i shall recount
with feigned reluctance in years to come.
my life is my imagination, it is both the harbinger of hope
and the herald of happiness.
it has the capacity to destroy me,
to paralyze me.
my life is a memory, a thought, a dream of times passed and times to come.
my life is undecided and without direction.
my life is a journey
6 Comments 152 weeks