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Samper — Darkness
Published: 2006-02-25 08:34:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 91; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 2
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The last light winks out around meFinally the inky blackness surrounds me
Serenity descends upon me as light flees from my presence
Darkness permeates my being
Flowing though me
I do not fear it
It will not harm me
The shadows cover me
A warm blanket of comfort
Here, I am the master
This is my world
Like a soft breeze I appear behind you
Silently I glide around you
Nothing more than a shadow
A wisp of smoke
I am that which goes bump in the night
I am the monster under the bed
The beast in the closet
I will not harm you
It is simply what I am
You need not fear me
I am not here to hurt you
Darkness is merely my place of rest
Where I can be safe
Where I belong
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Comments: 7
Fantastic! Man I could never write poetry. But man, you seem to got it down pretty well.
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Thanks, its just something I'm good at I guess.
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It's just that I've been doing this whole analyzing poetry thing in my english class for awhile, so it's been on my mind allot. I had an interesting experience with darkness once, but it was more of a "When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you..." kind of thing.
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Gah! I wish I could write even one decent stanza of poetry and you've got five here, and it's way above "decent"... I love this. Originally I almost rolled my eyes because it seemed to start out as an emo-esque poem of depression and how everything's sad and dark, blah blah blah...
... but instead it's a celebration and embracing of the absence of too much light.
I say it like that because, while I was never afraid of the dark as a child, I had the startling experience of knowing true darkness once when I toured a cave and the guide turned out the lights so we could see what the complete absence of light looked like, or rather "felt" like... and it was disturbing to me.
I used to wonder if there was something wrong with me (especially as a Believer) because I preferred near-darkness to a bright, sunlit day... but after that experience in the cave I realized what I love is the light in the dark; the stars, the distant streetlight in my room at night... a candle on a stormy night when the power is out.
Such near darkness is warm, cozy, intimate.
So is your poem.
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Thanks G-Go. And no worries, I'm usually not emo, and I've never do anything so blatant at "darkness". I've had that pitch black experience in a cave once also, but it was back when I was still very young. I would love to go do it again so I can really appreciate it.
As for my poetic ability, the grass is always greener on the other side. I would love to be able to write fan fics, but nay, tis not for me.
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Awesome Samper-mun! *Claps* You're a great writer, ya know? *Jealous*
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haha, thank you. I don't think my wrt 121 teacher would agree with you on that, but I do really enjoy my poetry.
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