space junk

space junk

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
"

03/2013

"
as in love with
you as I am
I feel so hollow
with nothing left 
to say

as eternal as we
were supposed to be
all my hope has
dried up and
flaked away

burning up in this
dark, unforgiving
sky

I'm fading fast
like shooting stars
flying by

speeding towards
nothingness

holding out for
oblivion 

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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Woaah this is bleak...I especially like the first stanza, you can be so in love with someone but sometimes it feels like nothing because, maybe the numbness doesn't subside, and also you have nothing to say because all the feelings leave you confused, speechless.

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Woaah this is bleak...I especially like the first stanza, you can be so in love with someone but sometimes it feels like nothing because, maybe the numbness doesn't subside, and also you have nothing to say because all the feelings leave you confused, speechless.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Oh my friend, this is another feeling I read of you... the silent moments, are always there, but they must be seen by others, if not, there is a fading away moment, as here... (I will not let you ever fade away though)...

It's emotional, empty, and somehow a balanced writing of you. The title, wow, with that one, you could pick it up literally, but also it's about being addicted to space, (and thus nothingness)... thought provoking and good... You connect another time and space with this one :) well written sweet friend.

- Elisa

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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