It had been right there in front of me, right there in front of me. Now it was gone, disappeared, vanished without a trace. How had it gone? Why had it been so short in its stay? Questions left unanswered by the vanquished are these. Something is left unknown. I have to find it, and when I do, I don't know what i'll do.
I stood, drowning in my own self-pity, trying to comprehend the happenings of the life that is mine.
Meshed between the Jaws of Life, I had been placed. My head was completely overrun with pressure upon my temples. My skull had been yearning to break free from its bonds. Hearing was destroyed. Having life spread before my eyes completed my misery.
It is gone.
Life was there, right in front of me. Not in existence anymore is the life of Fontaine C. Juizgax V. How am I writing this from beyond the grave? This is only your dream. I am but a child in your eyes. You are a guest in the world of my house. Death has come for you now.
Vexation is in your hand. With vexation comes insanity. Insanity brings upon the death of its beholder.
I wrote this during my english class during my freshman year. A ton of crap had been happening in my life during that time, and this was the only way I was able to express myself, in a metaphorical short story.
This and the poems I post have all been written by me, and they can be seen at
http://www.juizgax.com/spacedog.html
It's a wierd site if you go to the origin first. The site I have given is only my works. My father, Fontaine C. Juizgax IV, created the site and has caused many a great people to think deeply upon what he says.
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A fine piece of expressionistic writing. It's so important to be able to articulate creatively times of crisis and stress. With the wisdom you've gained since freshman year I wonder what writing you would produce now? I, for one, look forward to seeing more.
That was amazing.
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I can see your father in you. You have a beautiful soul Favorite Son. Your ability to express yourself in words is a gift to be nurtured. I too look forward to seeing more of your works.