I don't know why
I don't have a reason, a cause or the excuse of a bad day
The things that make me shudder, and weep and turn away
I don't have the luxury of having a loved one die
I don't have a brother who hits, and who yells, or sees me as a lie
I don't have a mother who tells me I am bad or a dad who calls me names
I don't have a dog who bites my heels, or an uncle who my family shames
I have most luxuries, though i could have more
I don't have no education, my life is not a bore
I am occupied and have what i need
I love to write and sing - my life is a tapestry
i dont know then why i falter or why i fall
I dont know why i scream in my mind or why i ball
i dont know why you hate me or why you turn your head
i dont know why you falter and fall,
and why you love your bed
You cry in your own head. you cry within your skin
oyu are like me maybe. you are melencholy next of kin.
Originally posted by Laviera_j
Anecdote to a PreludePeople were talking in the bathroom one day
About the facts of life
When living in a village of thousands
everybodies fraviloties is everybodies strifeThe facts they spoke of were many,
But one remained an allegory
like losing a divorce trial
and giving give allimonyThe anecdotes and the rumours
gave room to fuss and toil
and gave her emotional tumours
and smothered her broken soulThe whispers of the lead up to -
the prelude - the prologue
the shoutings if the real and the new
the fashion of the showdogthe communtiy shared every fable,
every feel and every joy
they shared every single christmas
and gave and took every toyCommunal bathing and shower
communal laudry day
A suffolcating experiencing tower
but they were comforted in every wayEvery pimple was known to them
every gross little habbit
all of their fickle shedding
they all had to have itFights and fall out were not foreign,
In fact, they were known through and through
But every fight resulted in
a happier reconciliation tooA linked people by blood and love
were burned alive today
They cried and scremed so loud and high
but they never gave her awayYou see, some pirates came and demanded
a girl that they could capture
but no one would give away their community
not for any exquised raptureA fine example of stature
this village gave to show
their bonding adoration
for each other a warming glowNow they are together
in eternity
when you die, how it happens
matter greatlyTheir sacrifice was little
only a mortal coil,
and every drop if spittle they felt
was a drop of gold in perpetuity royalAnd now as a community kings are born
and they live how they did in life
but now they live in royal style
nothing to harm them no more wiery strifelivining poor and together
and sacrificing all
meant dying and rising forever
and existing universally tall
lovely poem, with the amazing unity and yet sad for the unjustice and sins. how they suffer from other's ignorance...*note to self, make that comment into a poem of some sort...* 😄 also, reading this helped give me an idea or two for a title for chapter three to dmw! i have just finished the ouline in a matter of three hours and need to finalize it. get a title. then start it soon! 😊
Catch me When I fall
The mountain is high in Shigeru Mountain
The air freezes my face
The shinzaru tribes draw in like a curtain
A new and steady pace
The thing in my stomach caused by fear
of falling and hitting below
I don't want to finally disappear
I want them to know
My hand slips, and the ledge is wet
the rock tumbles away
My foot slips and I'm not gone yet
but I wil, soon be on my way
My hand has let go and my stomach leaps
my heart gives out a cry
I want to be caught I will it to creep in
Don't wanna say goodbye.
To be continued.....
Catch me When I fall
The mountain is high in Shigeru Mountain
The air freezes my face
The shinzaru tribes draw in like a curtain
A new and steady pace
The thing in my stomach caused by fear
of falling and hitting below
I don't want to finally disappear
I want them to know
My hand slips, and the ledge is wet
the rock tumbles away
My foot slips and I'm not gone yet
but I wil, soon be on my way
My hand has let go and my stomach leaps
my heart gives out a cry
I want to be caught I will it to creep in
Don't wanna say goodbye.
continuation:
Don't wanna have to explain to them,
Don't wanna have to see them cry.
But tired of all I have to condem
and blame on a weary sky.
The hollow trees and the shallow hills
Have given their colour to the mucky soil,
Their life is fading with their bluebell frills
and their life blood seeps the ground like oil.
The tree is the man who stood before us all
Who gave his only testimony.
Who beared his soul and prevented our fall,
who is the one and only.
His branches are stripped and gone away,
and there is nothing to have but gladness.
His life was his and his spirit used to asway
our path of lonely sadness.
But branches heal and time wounds ills
and the trees grow their leaves again.
A rising up can be seen in the hills,
and our senses delight without pain.
Winter has passed, and his arms are full again
the landscape has its colour.
If we had given in and fallen away,
what would we be to one another?
The Summer is now, and we have learned a lot
We have given in to sadness, and glum,
But we learn from our mistakes, and have a pot
Of ideas on how to prevent the sum
of bad things happening again.
CHANGES - song of the fretful youth
Changes are for springtime.
Changes are for the poor.
Changes happen only in the house on twenty four.
Change is for the weary.
Change is for the weak.
Changes happen only when there is a need to speak.
Change means trials and errors.
Change means life and death.
But I plan to live forever with breath after breath after breath.
Change is for the common lot.
Change is for those who need.
Change comes along and smacks the poor sods who actually need to feed.
Change is something alien.
Change is something lost.
If I see change anywhere it would come at a great cost.
Change is for someone else.
Change is not for me.
I was born 17, I'll remain 17. Change is not for me.
Originally posted by Laviera_j
Thank you Soda! You always seem to perk those people up around you. Speaking of writing, how is yours doing?
Dead Man Walking: revived it and started Chapter Three: Not Alone.
Origin Story for Draven: loads of ideas - endless!
Two-Three Other Fantasy Stories in the works!
Fanfics: Nothing New
Poems/Songs: Haven't posted anything in a while since my recent effort, "The Dying Race".
Nothing Ever Changes
I know I'm eighteen not seventeen.
I know that the sky is clear today.
I know that things aren't as they have been.
I know that the days aren't always the same.
I see in myself a beginning.
And know that there will be an end.
I see in everyone a shimmering.
And I see the changes in friend.
I remeber a time I was seven.
I remeber a time I was nine.
I remember a time I was eleven.
And when dreams, all of them, were mine.
I see those chages clearly.
I can hear them in my mind
But even though they are dear to me.
I know they are sometimes lies.
Because nothing ever changes.
Nothing ever could.
Nothing stops and re-arranges,
and nothing ever would.
I am still only a girl
Who wanders silently on.
Who shouts and moans in a world,
who laughs and smiles at the sun that shone.
I still cry
I still die
I still lie
I still sigh
I still bend
I still bounce
I still grow
Every ounce
Nothing ever changes.
Nothing ever could
Nothing re-arranges.
And why, why should?