Saturday, January 24, 2009

Another notebook find:

What are memories if not cherished?
Once loved, now shunned.
What causes the change? A desire for it all?
You can’t have everything, but want nothing
Have you changed or did I misunderstand?
How can I fight for something that does not want me
I am weak and lost, unfit for the fear and pain of war
Why do I do this? Why do I torture through changes and heartache
Hope is what drives me. The hope that somehow, someday
I will win.
The hope to rise victor over the superior opponent
And gather my willing prize
But hope is just that. Dreams and fantasies.
Nothing is how it seems.
Hope lives but doubts stand tall along.
All through everything
Hope and doubt
Fight a battle
Who will win?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Another one from my notebook

Spinning, twirling, dancing, whirling
Life is fluttering by
A blur around my solid island
Isolated from time
The colors blend florescent hues
Blind my blackened eyes
My snow white skin and pitch dark clothes
A contrast
Sharp and vivid
The view of a girl
Lost inside of a life
Her dreams whirl by
Life passes as she stands
Then black
All color fades and nothing is left
Just two footprints in the sand

Saturday, January 10, 2009

I found a notebook with some things I have written in the past year or so. Over the next while I will be posting them here.

The world is spinning against the sandpaper of time
Smoothing, reshaping, repairing
I watch in fascinated horror
As I get sanded away
I am the dust of the earth
Gathered in time
Until I am lost
Just a speck in the endless rotation of time