Random Poetry

Category:Stories
Category:Wyst
Random Poetry
:- by Wyst
 count the leaves falling before me 
 across the way I see the children play 
 once again I ask 
 
 Where am I 
 Who am I 
 
 
 Watching the rain fall on the dry land 
 the wild things scurry for cover 
 once again I wonder 
 
 Why am I 
 Where am I 
 
 
 Sitting on the edge of the sea 
 waves crashing at my feet 
 once again I ponder 
 
 Who was I 
 Why was I 
 
 
 Holding my hand out to the sun 
 grace fallen but not forgotten 
 once again I reply 
 
 Where will I 
 Why will I 
 
 
 The hand that reaches out in the dead of night 
 the cry that comes at the dawn of the day 
 the sound you hear before it ends 
 and the joy you feel as it begins 
 
 It is all a circle we live in 
 It is all the home we build 
 It is still the life we live 
 It is now that matters. 
----
 Mark it 
 
 Here it is again 
 crashing over the world in fire 
 
 Mark it 
 Live it 
 
 This will be the ending of our world 
 This will begin the world of ending 
 This is all the ending was said to be 
 
 reaching for an abyss in the moment 
 it moves beyond us 
 
 Mark it 
 
 Now we stand on tommarrow 
 wondering what happened to yesterday 
 greating a dawn we do not understand 
 
 It will happen to you 
 It will happen to your children 
 It has happened to your parents, their parents, theirs.. 
 
 Someday the world is not what you thought it was 
 it is more 
 
 someday life does not make sense 
 and it is ok 
 
 someday opens the mind to possiblity 
 in possiblity we stumble looking for familar 
 in familiar we stagnate 
 
 Mark it 
 
 It is comming , it will change everything , and leave it all the same
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 Sunrises over a landscape 
 
 today it changed 
 
 Sunlight across trees 
 across the many streets 
 they go about buisness as normal 
 
 today it changed 
 
 
 The sky so clear it is crystal 
 the world so real it cracks 
 falls 
 and lays broken in front of me 
 
 today it changed 
 
 Breezes rustling the leaves 
 the forest bends and turns 
 dancing to a beat noone hears 
 and still I know not why 
 
 today it changed 
 
 I am grasping , holding, tearing at the seams of my reality 
 I break , bend , often repairing the threads left after my brutality 
 I twist , turn , fight the chains of my normalicy 
 I hide, cry, and bury myself in the shell of simplicity 
 Yet nothing I do comforts 
 nothing I do hides the fact 
 
 today it changed 
 
 It is a voice from the begining 
 and a echo of the end 
 the past meets present and becomes tommarrow 
 even when we pray it says the same 
 the facts add up to a new equation 
 noone holds the keys needed 
 we all embark on the new path 
 
 today it changed 
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 Here I am 
 Once again I scream at you 
 
 LISTEN 
 
 will you hear it 
 ignore it for useless drivel 
 will you not feel for a moment 
 for just a point in time 
 
 FEEL 
 
 It is not difficult to reach out 
 be touched 
 touch someone else 
 keep the darkness from creeping closer 
 leave the light on 
 
 BE 
 
 Living is change 
 change is progress 
 progress is the future 
 and we are caught in moments 
 only moments do we ever have 
 
 LISTEN 
 
 Will you again ignore the words 
 live the lives of pointless yearning 
 never experiance feeling for the sake of it 
 lock yourself in tight rooms 
 with no doors, windows even lights 
 living within or without matters not when your not alive 
 
 STRIVE 
 
 for one thing more than yesterday 
 to take that darkness away 
 be free in the worlds created or imagined 
 let go of the binding ties that are inflexible reality 
 
 be free 
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 Her hands fall to her sides 
 one more thing done 
 one more burden to bear 
 
 Her hands too cold to feel 
 one more tale to tell 
 one more broken thing 
 
 Her hands once held everything 
 so tight that not a grain escaped 
 The world in her hands, and her hands could not take the strain 
 Her hands once could fix anything 
 no effort used to mend the hurt, hungry, helpless 
 The lives in her hands, and her hands shattered under the stress 
 
 Her hands fall to her sides 
 one more life to take 
 one more ending to complete 
 
 Her hands too cold to feel 
 one more dagger to place 
 one more before she is done