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Posted 11/1/14 , edited 12/10/14
Hello one and all!

I welcome you to my humble little slice of the forum. I've created this thread as a creative vent and as an emotional vent as well. This will be th place where I shall write down (type) poems and stories to share with you all! Unfortunately, I am not the almighty Phersu and do not have the ability to grab your attention by the throat with my name alone. Nevertheless, I have created this to vent my creativity and to share whatever comes out with all of you, for better or for worse. I do hope that you enjoy anything I post here and that you have a good time as well!

-TheDoc45

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Wow! Over 100 views. Hope those of you who read my works enjoyed them as much as I did writing them!

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I learned that my great-grandmother has passed away. I am in pain right now, so I don't believe I will be writing for a while. I apologize to any who wish to see more. I wish you the best.
Posted 11/1/14
Well I look forward to seeing what you put on here.
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Posted 11/1/14 , edited 11/4/14
The Troubled Man

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There were two men, once upon a time. They were friends, even though they had met only weeks before. They bonded together because they shared similar experience, painful ones at that. Both had lived hard lives and struggled to get up each morning to start the day. The younger one was a foreigner. He had moved from his home as a young man after losing both parents. He struggled to find commonplace amongst his peers and with his brother, who was practically the only family he had left. The older man came from a family nearly as damaged. He grew up in a divided family, with a mother and father at war on a constant basis. The older man also was unable to truly fit in with those in his life. These two men grew up as lonely souls, wandering and searching for those would accept them. Their emotions and trust were locked away in the depths of their minds, a seemingly impenetrable dam. Years move on and they become young men, both of age to where they might set out into the world on their own.

One day, the two happen to cross paths at a store they both loved. They talked for a time and took up arms of friendship. They enjoyed time together, sharing tales from their past and revealing secrets to one another. A bond began to blossom and they talked more frequently. The younger man was quiet and reserved but had a wit as sharp as a headsman's axe. He was unafraid to state his opinion and defend it well but became shy when the chance arose for him to ask a question. The older man adored the younger man and loosed numerous details of himself in order to deepen their bond. The older man is normally afraid to share his thoughts and sought to please those met with him. When around the younger man, the older could be open and unfiltered. He was able to cry without restraint and to experience a happiness he had not felt in ages. Neither man had truly experienced one like the other and so it was hard for them to fully communicate their true intentions and meanings. And yet, they still got along, even though the older man worried like a brand new mother about the other felt towards him.

After being in contact for a month, the younger man began to go through more difficulty in his life. He was falsely accused of not being at work, cursed at by his only brother, and other unfortunate events that had recently plagued him so. The younger man told the older one bits and pieces of these events as a minor vent. This worried the older one and sought to help the younger one in anyway he could. Time passed by and the younger one talked less and less. His eye became sunken, his face worn as weathered stone. The older one noticed this even in the tone of the younger one's voice, which had become drained of almost all life. The older man pointed this out and younger one snapped at him. The older one was taken aback by the harsh retort and tried to get the younger to open up. The older one had been through exactly what the younger was experiencing now. The older one warned that he should confide in a dear friend or family member so the younger would not be overtaken by the pain. The younger refused and thought that he could withstand it. The older one simply nodded, said farewell, and set off for home.

The thoughts of his friend being in such pain troubled the older man. He paced around his small home until footprints were imprinted into the stone floor. The older man knew what would happen to his friend and knowing this frightened him greatly. He knew that no man can last forever against himself. The pain, the suffering, the fear, and all that stewed in the sewers of the mind turn into a horrendous beast if left alone in the depths. This beast could very deftly topple Mt. Everest with one mockingly feeble swing. The older man had faced this beast before and was barely able to make it out alive. Had he had an ally who he could trust with his life, the older man's beast could have been slain many years before hand.

"My friend, do not be naive and believe that you can hold that raging storm back forever. You are a fool if you think you can. I am here for you my young friend. You best know this by now for I have told you a hundred times. Do not take my affection for granted," the older whispered as he stared into the star lit sky, as he contemplated what lies in store for his beloved friend.
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Posted 11/2/14 , edited 1/6/15
The Roads Where We Crossed

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Posted 11/16/14

TheDoc45 wrote: no man can last forever against himself.


Loved that part, keep it up!
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Posted 11/27/14
Sorry about being away for so long! I've been caught up in a few mishaps and have been traveling a little as well. I will do my best to get things back on track! I have a few things that I am working on right now. But first, a poem. A poem that was inspired by the first gentle snowfall. I hope you enjoy!

Woman in White
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Posted 12/10/14 , edited 12/10/14
Parting Ways
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Death is cruel and unpredictable

While I have only seen the dead, I have never truly seen death

Yet, while I do not see it, it still lurks in the darkness

You were forced to part ways with me because of death

Taken away from me in a mere instant

I was not there but there is a catch in my throat and it refuses to leave

Even as I write, am speechless and dismayed

My mind is blank, unable to make heads nor tails of this

Why did you leave? Could you have not stayed longer?

Even now, I hear mother weep

Her painful sobs make me cry, though I make not a sound

You were everything to her and she now is in a place where I feel I cannot reach her

The pain cannot be described but it is familiar

I only know of this deep, aching throb in my heart

Which I have only felt when I saw my Grandpa lie dead in his bed

It echoes into my soul and now I am haunted by it

I do not want this but I cannot refuse it

I have again parted ways with another...
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