Mood ~Calmly cynical and a tiny bit whistful~
Music ~I need a hero ((Ok...so I watched Shrek 2 >_>; ))~
<center>I watch the sun sink slowly
And I turn me head to hide
It looks at me so coldly
And relieves me of my pride
~
The warmth it brings is sorrow
Yet it can make a fire
It makes today tomorrow
Yet not our hearts tire
~
The sweetest pain
A bullet so desired
That one would die again
THe sound of that gun fired
~
I wish this pain on no one
For it can so destroy
As cold as the sun
And with your heart, toy
~</center>
Well that was a pitiful excuse for a poem....try again? this time free verse...
<center>The walls of the buildings around me
Come crashing to the ground
My own wall stand yet fragile
I know my fate will come
~
I
Will
Remember
~
The sun belies the coming storm
That will take me down
As I wait for my destruction
I help the fallen that have come before
~
Do
I
See
What
I
Become
?
~
They all have bowed their heads
Is it just my pride that keeps me up?
I want to scream but there is no one there
I am alone in my resistance
~
And
It
Begins
Again
~
I wait for something
But do I really know what I want?
That dream I have everynight
Will it bring me to my knees as well?
~
A
Sweet
Surrender
To
~
What is it that makes you
As I look out
~
What is it that brought you
Without a sound
~
What am I to do
If not you
~
What breaks us apart
Again and again
~
What makes us deny
Out hearts to die
~
What are we to make of this
A memory in time
~
As
We
All
Die
~
As
We
All
Wish
~
For
~
Everything
~
To
~
End
~
.
.
.
.
~</center>
 Paranine · Fri Nov 19, 2004 @ 06:48am · 9 Comments |
