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Thursday, December 29, 2005

Ode to a sad christmas.
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Hello :) It's MEL(: once again.i've been feeling really moody these days,n really unwell.maybe im suffering from the blues.it's just saddening how happy moments just disappear like that,and you know you can never revive them again.on christmas,while everyone was celebrating,i guess..it was all tears for me.ill never forget this christmas.

The familiar sound of carols once sparked joy and glee,
Yet,they seem so deafening this christmas,i celebrated it with me.
Sleigh bells,animated,on tv,
Celebrities,glammed,sparkly,
What a dull onset,
Black and white is all I can see.

Disappointment,it's all so clear,
Blurred by tears,Devoid of dryness,
Humanity of the eye,Drowned so suddenly,
Outside,the cacophony of lights,arranged in a mass,
Glittering,Shining,they look so fine,
Oh no,in my mind's eye,
Black and white is all I can see.

Emulsified by an intense grudge,held so deep within her,
Betrayal of a friend,so dreadful yet so clear.
The stabs she received,not a single trace of humanly blood,
yet an acute pain of which thou art,
A cutting edge,with no knife.
A bleeding pithole,with no bottom,
Serenity,yet which not was perceived.

The birth of Jesus christ,and His cruxification,
the pain,nailed down so deeply,
His magnanimity,his threshold of tolerance,
Yet,i know not a thing about the good,the kindred.
Only associated,yet partially,of the hypocritical,
Like a seamless weaving thread,
Seems to triumph over all pure,all innocent,all wonderful.

Love is but a wild,hopeful fantasy,
Unkind thoughts,deviating from something worse,
The devil within,oh,hold out,The embers are just burning out,
Kissing under the mistletoe?
Dreaming of a white christmas?
Merely illusions,cold-blooded in the eye of the good,
Yet,this illusion has proven a nightmare,
The chapters have been written so deviously,so earnest,
This book is filled with the traces of your translucent devil,
The minute particles,
Black and white is all I can see.

12:49 PM

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