

Van Meter SyndromeThe Van Meter Syndrome (excerpt from Divine Flaws)Van Meter Syndrome
The propensity for manned deep space travel was realized in both the weakness and the strength of the human mind. By 2037, the firsts manned trips to Mars were demonstrating how fragile the mind could be. Long range trips to Mars and the Kuiper belt established a different set of mental stresses than simple time spent in Earth Orbit. Separation from the Earth took an unforeseen toll on the travelers. They developed an organic brain disorder that became known as Van Meter Syndrome.
The resulting psychop


Pain is a HeadachePain is a HEADACHEPain is a Headache
As much the morning waking hours steal into my eyes
is twice the measure of how I come to feel alive
Awake now and aware of that sweet beat, the pulse, the quick
and a giggle rises giddy with the knowing of the trick
It is a ploy I play, this plot to stay alive
to breathe again this air pulled
in rapt excitement watching this chest rise
even with (because of) the pain
The pain niggles its way into every breath


Coming Back to LoveDistractions veil Diversions in a mist of blue No faster fleeting thoughtComing Back to Love
should spring to mind
when searching these minutes spent out of time This rain of tears may drown someone and this descent is quick enough to cry Oh but some soft and silken smiles they may go on forever (Oh please, the dream where we danced) (And the dance floor where we danced) The light from this blows clean these eyes and the sharpness of hundreds of tiny faces
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TrulyI love you.Truly
I guess I dont say that enough, do I? Then again, we tend to try to keep our Achilles heel concealed beneath our socks. If you were watching me write this, I would be chided for the frame of reference. Its not a weakness! you would shout in protest, lightly shoving me away from you.
If only you had the slightest clue as to how great of a flaw it is.
Unrequited love is awful, exhausting, infuriating, depressing, suffocating, pathetic, and complex. Here, you would be absolutely indignant. Of course I love you! you would yell. I would smile and reassure you th
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Mediocrity is a prison of your own design
Have a beautiful day,
J*
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Mediocrity is a prison of your own design
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
...and on a side note, one of these next few days (once i have time, doing university prep work right now...) i will read all of your works and do my usual edit thing...stuff...u know...
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
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Dawn of a New Era: [link] wicked Hatchet/Girl-Who-Owned-A-City/Lord-of-the-Flies/ style story... come read. and also come and check out my prints. help feed a hungry artist
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"And what cats have to tell on each return from Hell is this: that dying is what the living do, dying is what the loving do, and that dead dogs are those who do not know that dying is what, to live, each has to do."
Curiosity - Alastair Reid
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