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My life is
a blur of colour and sound.
My life
is a stone that longs for wings.
My life is a question
asked upon the edge of sleep;
my life is breathless,
but not endless.
My life is
deep beneath
the reach of tree roots;
my life is the sun.
It's a poem
half-finished;
a soul awash
in an ocean of wonder -
my life is breathless,
but it is not endless.

3 Comments
Mood: introspective.
inspiration: ride on bus to airport yesterday - the beautiful world passing in a blur.

end-of small fish Jul 16th, 2006 2:00:24 am - Subscribe

a small fish
in an angry ocean's tides;
a lost feather,
sailing upon a storm -
caught in the current;
carried somewhere else
from where I've
been before,
I'm
not fighting against it
anymore.
I will not
lose my perspective
again.
I am
a dot
like everybody else.
as a fallen leaf
upon a river,
I follow you -
down
and down.

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Mood: calm and happy.
inspiration: the feeling of being in a crowd at a concert.

end-of will you? Jul 16th, 2006 10:58:06 pm - Subscribe
I would
like to
believe
that this
serenity
will
last
this time.

I wish
I could
tell myself
now that
I am
happy,
I won't
ever
be
sad
again.

and I
won't ever
be
alone again.

hypnotic
bright lights
convince me
that all
is well

while in truth
the night
awaits
my vulnerability

I awake from
my trance,
and

I can't
imagine
why
I am
still
afraid.

but I
cannot rid
my eyes
of the images
left
by light

I haven't
a choice
but to
hope

to hope
and to know
in my
deepest
of all instinct

that you will
still catch me
when
I fall
down...
.
.
.
3 Comments
Mood: not sure why I wrote this.
inspiration: is yet unknown to me.

end-of innocence falls Jul 17th, 2006 7:47:27 pm - Subscribe

you would be
a miracle
if only you
were not condemned

your fragile life
is beautiful;
slipping through
our hands.

from the first,
your wings
too thin,
too weak to fly away

doomed the second
that you fell
into this place
from safety

had I the power,
I would mend you
and set you free
return you to the wind

but I hold little hope
for your life:
the innocent
fall yet again.
1 Comments
Mood: wistful
inspiration: the first of our butterflies to emerge.

end-of to the people of my past: Jul 17th, 2006 10:56:52 pm - Subscribe

unwittingly -
unwillingly -
I pass through your shadow:

nothing but a ghost
wandering the hallways
of my thoughts,

a name upon
pages past
in my unfolding story.

I do not wish
to be drawn
back into your life;

your piece of my heart
has long
been abandoned.

the gap you left
inside of me
is no longer here.

the girl that once
you left behind
is not who I am.

but I
have not
forgotten.

how could I?

you inspired
volumes
of my heart's despair.

I must wonder
if you ever realized
who you were to me...

lent me strength,
left me crippled;

alive with joy
to end in heartache;

shared my laughter
and broke my illusions;

took my trust
and left me with nothing.

I wonder
where you are -
who you are now.

had I
a page
of your past?
2 Comments
Mood: getting tired.
inspiration: the thought of all the people I used to be close to.