Why did you have to leave?
I glared and stared, at the sea
Come back home to lead the tribe
Then Badrang will not capture me
Father, I defied his power
I tried my best to get the sword
It will be mine I vow to you
As to Marshank I march forward
Victory is won at a bitter cost
The sword�s price is Rose�s life
Is this the way you felt that day
Sayna was killed by Vilu�s knife?
I�m coming back, don�t you see?
You can�t, your eyes forever closed
To save the slaves and sink that ship
To you, I�m sure that my life owes.
So look once more, just one last time,
And whisper those precious words to me
�I�ll be gone, but I�ll come back
When again, calm is the sea.�
She was alone. Literally with no one. Last one on
Earth. She was totally and utterly alone.
Last one on Earth
I'm the only one here.
Destruction and pain
Taking ones I held near.
Is this my last day?
I could not know.
Did what killed them
Enter my blood flow?
Fire and blood spills
As nuclear war rages
The dead are people
Of all types and ages.
Then something happened,
A big human mistake
The world explodes
Just for one life to take.
Now are they happy?
The one is dead.
No more will he
Fill lives with dread.
Those that feared
Are gone now, too.
Ones like me,
And ones like you.
What is my purpose?
What can I do?
Nothing now,
Haven't got a clue.
Why stay here?
I need to go
Where my head won't seem
So tired and slow.
I can't think,
Pain in my side
All I see now
Is suicide...
I can see one thing,
Light beams from it.
A knife I see
With blood upon it.
I've already used it,
I cannot turn back....
I cannot see...
I start to hack...
She wasn't alone anymore... there now was no one left...
One day I was imagining what I would be like in 10 years. Would I look different? Would I have a different peronality? Would I even be alive? At the beginning of my thought-journey, I was placing these things above all else, as if they were more important that others. I felt like their shallow meaning would affect the rest of my life. But would it really?
As I moved along to the deeper forests of my brainwaves, I noticed that in the gloomy dimness, these things in their material form were fading, and almost blending in. As trees closed in around me, the light was nearly gone, but I had something to show the way as the false light of my origional thoughts vanished What cought my attention were the things that I had always taken for granted as less real and more shadow. In this dusky wood, they seemed to glow, and although I couldn't see them, I knew they were there and what they were. Will my inward appearence affect the lives of others positively? Will my attitude remain positive and optimistic for others to feed off of? Will my life make a lasting mark on mankind before I die?
As I strode along reflectively, I noticed that I was leaving the woods, and light was filtering more and more throught the leafy treetops. Before me was a wide plain, with potential and spirit, yet barren and empty. I knew that this is where I had to begin my work, where I had to take my glowing gems from the forest and plant them to give this land life. And so I did. When my journey was over, I went out onto the streets with a smile and a kind word. At my workplace I entered ready to to my tasks with willing energy and help those who needed the extra hand. When I got home, I made sure my family knew how much I loved and cared for them; how much they meant to me.
And so I began my new walk of life. When I am discouraged to fall back into gloom or dispair, or when I am tempted to fall back into following those false questions as the leads of my life, I sit down and go back. I take my mental journey again, and see the vividness of my new goals compared to the dim half-truths the others are now. I think, and realize how foolish it was to follow them in the first place, and how as I followed them more and more, the true light of the others did not get dimmer, but my eyes trained against them. It took that dark forest to bring me back to reality. To sum this up? Don't follow shallow goals or relfections, probe deep and find the ones that will truely matter when the false light finally goes out.
Why me?
Is it reality?
Or just a dream
That goes away.
I don't want to hear it
Because it is about me
I don't want to see it
It's ripping up my family
Can't they get along?
Mother and daughter after all
Don't they realize that?
I feel like it is my fault
I wish it never happened
I would still have my life
Not sharing it with two "Mothers"
And watching all the strife
Just leave it be
Let the past go
Stop opening wounds
From long ago
I cannot hide
The house carries noice
I'm given an option
But I only have one choice
I want to stay
She is going
Yelling "I'll be back"
Voice never flowing
It has a harsh, clipped sound
Is it the truth, anyway?
I hide but not for long
School is on the next day
I'm afraid
She'll come and find me
Tears running down,
I tell ones who are kindly
It's over now
The fight's been looked
But not to me
Even Redwall can't keep me hooked
Enough to totally
Forget I almost had to
Leave the one I felt was
Enough to see me through
I'm breathing calmly now
She didn't follow through her threat
I'm not afraid anymore
Or am I, despite all of that?
I do not know
I'm glad of one thing, though.
I'm not a rope in tug-of-war
I'm safe with Grammy forevermore
I loved him oh, so dearly,
He was one of my best friends
And as most of my family knows,
These friendships should never end.
But early one March morning,
While I was resting in my bed,
My Grammy came in my room
And this is what she said:
�Grampy has stopped breathing,
This is the end.�
At that very moment
I knew that he was dead.
Cancer killed him slowly,
But now the suffering and pain was gone.
I heard a voice of peace, whispering,
�It�s alright, your Grampy has moved on."
Through this experience,
This is what I learned:
When someone dies they stay inside your heart
So we should not be concerned.
I loved him oh, so dearly,
He was one of my best friends,
But as a small amount of people know,
These friendships never have to end.
I've felt pain in a way
No one could describe
Not physical, external,
Or even from a gibe
I've seen a better time
When the pain was nonexistant
I knew not what that one word meant,
It's affect on me was distant
Then one day the word
Popped out in front of me,
All six letters took him,
In ignorance of my plea.
Basking in the joy it took
From torturing the one
Reveling in the horror
We looked in at its fun
And now I know I'll never
Be the same again,
Since he died, C-A-N-C-E-R
Is the way that I spell "Pain"
I'll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave girls alone.
They pull my hair an' they stole me comb,
But that's allright till I go home.
She is hasome,he is pritty,she the Belle of Bellfast city
She is corting,1 2 3,
Please won't y' tell, me who is he?
Alburt Moony sez he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Saying"Oh my true love are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Wiv rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jonny Murry sez he'll die,if she doesn't get the fellow wv the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
Let the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice as appley pie she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets that lad of her own,she won't tell her ma when she goes home.
Let then all come as they will for it's Alburt Moony she loves still.
There was an old otter named Michal Finnaginn
He grew whiskers on his chin-a-gin
The wind came up an' blew them in-a-gin
Poor old Michal Finnaginn,beginagin
There was an old otter named Michal Finnaginn
Climbed a tree an' barked his shin-a-gin
Took of seavel yards of skin-a-gin
Poor old Michal Finnaginn,beginagin
There was an old otter named Michal Finnaginn
He went fishing with a pin-a-gin
Caught a shark then chucked it in-a-gin
Poor old Michal Finnaginn,beginagin
There was an old otter named Michal Finnaginn
He grew fat and the grew thin-a-gin
Then he died and had to begin-a-gin
Poor old Michal Finnaginn!
I don't know when it happened,
By whom, what time, or how,
But when walking home and you're not there,
I feel lost and empty now.
You bit and scratched, and yet
I loved you for all that I was worth,
I didn't know you for too long,
But I couldn't count your worth.
I remember when I last saw you,
You did something never done before.
Reached up and licked me on the chin,
Sett'ling down with a faint snore.
Upon my lap, you lay your head,
Sat with me upon my bed,
Then I let you out when you scratched at the door...
And then you were no more.
I hear mewing, and run to see,
But there is nothing there.
I fell alone with out you now,
For who will listen to my problems and care?
So you may not be coming back,
But when we're together again,
I'll let you know how much
You meant to me as my good friend.
Without one word,
She fell in line,
Brought forth the rod
Thought not to shine
She kept up the pace,
Until the end,
Alongside the hares,
And a younger friend.
To end the ones
That killed for fun
She fought the good fight
And missed only one
Losing the stick
She revered as gold
Lost to this lifetime,
Empy and cold
But moved on to meadows
Where larks sing eternal
And to those left behind,
Stayed with them internal
They grieved for the loss
Of this warrior true,
But forever she stayed
In their hearts from the blue
Me.
Myself.
I.
A fire.
A flame.
Why.
Sense.
Chaos.
My.
Poem.
Doesn't.
Make
Sense.
Just like...
Me.
Myself.
I.