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Alitayuy
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Post by Alitayuy » Tue Jun 29, 2004 1:52 am

To express one’s mind in verbal form,
Seems to only tamper with the boundaries of human senses,
For the ears only absorb what they want to hear,
The rest is lost in some mortal illness of human nature,
To what extent could the mind extend,
If all was gained
And nothing left in the droppings of our imperfection?
Yet our shortcoming is what defines expertise,
For the effortless mastery contradicts,
What masters have yet to define as excellence,
Yet it’s in these flaws of virtue,
Which distinguishes our perfection.



Governed by the walls between,
The imaginary plaster that create the bricks,
Only define the imagery of blankness,
For nothing confines the human mind,
The boundless sky reaches to the heights of vision,
Yet it’s the sightless that see the endless sort,
The never ending road to inspiration,
Is what the failures soar on,
It’s those who shut their eyes that open their minds.
Who truly see.



There were words that were used,
Maybe even some abused,
But somehow I never thought,
That they were at all true,

So now we’re sitting here so late,
Thinking up everything we hate,
It’s hard for me to pretend,
That this fight will never end,

Because I know,
That you know well,
That there’s something called tonight,
And I know,
That you know well,
That there’s something called tomorrow,

There were words exchanged,
And many were rearranged,
To make it seem like,
You were wrong and I was right,

A pointless cycle we all run,
But it’s too late,
It’s already begun,
And you’ll make me laugh again.

Because I know,
That you know well,
That there’s something called tonight,
And I know,
That you know well,
That there’s something called tomorrow,

But it’s all right,
You can cry tonight,
It’s just fine,
There’s always more time.


Descending from the his home,
I felt my eyes tear up,
My father sat by the wheel,
A promise of strength would have been broken,
I looked towards the night sky to try and search the stars,
Yet as I got away from the world,
I cried today for the first time since I can remember,
I couldn’t depict the reason my emotion held,
I had no one to tell,
So I cried alone,
I didn’t know what to do,
Nor do I now,
I don’t know how to feel,
About me or you,
I can’t seem to grab hold of my emotions,
They stream on their own,
I sat here writing this little story,
Thinking what the fuck did he do?
Why’d I have to meet him?
I suppose it was fate,
But every time I think of you,
You kill me,
But I know and love that you give me life too,
You seem to give me meaning,
See me differently then them,
But it doesn’t matter tonight,
Because I cried just as they do,
I fell into a hole that I can’t see the exit to,
I cried because of you,
But I don’t know what you did to me.
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