whynotsin

Shadow

I once knew a girl,

Raised in the woods.

Her words to me sounded like doves.

Cooing in my ears.

We kissed in darkened rooms.

Holding each other in long embrace.

Like a fool I broke away.

She must have thought I played with her heart.

But no,

I played with my own.

She flew away into strange arms.

While I fell into myself,

Destroying what was left

Brooding and regretting what I had lost.

I went out and fell away from it all.

Now shadows dance in my face.

A lonely specter,

A forgotten shadow.

A vanished face.

Meditations about time.

Time has no meaning here.

Nothing has truly changed.

The sun rises and sets,

Men are born and men die,

The ever turning great wheel

Crushes us all under its great weight.

Star gazers.

Jaded lovers.

Forgotten dreams

In comas.

Kicking screaming children

Crying for their mothers.

Time has changed nothing.

Only the numbers in our head.

The lovely girls playing with their toys.

Drunken fathers beating mothers.

Grieving widows, cashing monthly checks.

Time has changed nothing except the numbers in our mind.

A blade of grass

A floating leaf

A lazy fish

Frogs leaping catching flies

Drops of rain eating stone away.

Time has changed nothing except the world

Crows have been witness to more then they know.

im 18 and I was getting one yesterday wheni was replying, I've been getting more, more often. the kind that linger all day and stab you slowly. I whish I had the intense ones that come in short burst. mine just follow me all day, constant like waves crashing on the beach.

I started getting them at around 10, doctors said it was brought on by chocalte... I still eat chocalte. joy and pain thats life.

Can't wait for the rest.

here I thought I was the only one who escaped into dreams

p.s I never lived it up with models and hollywood stars lol

I think this poem rings true about alot of teenage relationships. Each sex trying to find the trophey bf or gf. no one wins in those situations. I should know I've lived it up with models and hollywood stars, but I was never truley happy..... ...I whish. see what I mean wanting what we do not truley want. Number one examle right here. (points to self) great poem

I think we have all been there when we know some one but go our seperate ways. Some times we go back to the same grounds which we shared with that some one n hopes of finding some trace of that person.

Buteven if we find that person it is very hard to rekindel what wonce was.

the poem was written in two parts and I hadnt re-read the 1st part when wrote the second. I wanted to see how my mind would work from the bts of the poem I remebered and how it would put it all togther.

thanks brother simmers, when I wrote I didnt think about it that way but it works, I was thinking about a young girl who was pregnant and thinking of having and abortion. And that she could give the child away instead of ending a life. I like what you saw in it hope to hear more form you ol friend.

I enjoy the unwillingness of the subject to accept what life has put in his/her path and strike out on his/her own not knowing whats out there. It also made me think of food lines for the homeless and the great deppresion. Its a great poem.

Why do you look at me like that?

Why must I be?

A ghost,

I’m empty with out you.

I’ve no reason to live.

You were like light,

Like water,

Like air.

With out you I die,

Slowly

The sun cruel

The water salty

The air poison

And what should I do?

If in your arms I’m not,

If I my arms you are not.

My life, your life

Are like two roads

Together

But separate

And like two roads we have different destinations different and unique

The only thing I can do.

Is say good-bye.

¿Por que me miras asi?

¿Por qué tengo que ser?

Un Fantasma.

Estoy vacio sin ti,

No tengo por que vivir.

Eras como luz,

Como agua

Como aire

Sin ti me muero,

Lentamente,

El sol cruel

El agua sala

El aire veneno

¿Y que debo hacer?,

Si en tus brazos no estoy,

Si en los mios no estas

Mi vida tu vida

Son como dos calles

Juntas,

Pero separada,

Y como dos calles tenemos destinos differente y unicos.

Lo unico que pudo hacer

Es dicer adios.

I once knew a girl,

Raised in the woods.

Her words to me sounded like doves.

Cooing in my ears.

We kissed in darkened rooms.

Holding each other in long embrace.

Like a fool I broke away.

She must have thought I played with her heart.

But no,

I played with my own.

She flew away into strange arms.

While I fell into myself,

Destroying what was left

Brooding and regretting what I had lost.

I went out and fell away from it all.

Now shadows dance in my face.

A lonely specter,

A forgotten shadow.

A vanished face.

Life.

You hold in your hands

Something truly dear.

A life growing,

Yes it was thrust into your life.

A sudden jolt.

But please hold on and bring her in.

Then let her go.

Thanks Regel I love it. When I wrote it I wrote it in the moment and forgot to go over it again. Your version is lovely. I think its more calming. thanks

I dont know, its interesting to feel something diffrent, when I get mine I try to use mind over body and avoid meds and fixs. Well as long as I can at least.

Excellent post Master P. I think people fear not the response but the concept of the negative response. The concept brings fear the idea. When you understand the root the concept the rest falls into place. hehehe I don't make any sense, not even to myself lol. CYA later

O I get my self evertime....lol

Cold spray on my face

Cold spray on my face.

Shaky hands on chest.

Frantic lips on my lips.

Body’s cold.

I can’t feel my toes.

Been a long time coming.

My life just caught up with me.

I thought I could out run it.

God was I wrong.

Mellow jazz streams out of an old speaker

The kind of music that makes you think,

Of smoke filled speak ezys

And the sound of quiet brandy shots being slid across the bar.

A blur, a blinding blur.

I ran so fast for so long.

No I’ve stopped.

Dead in my tracks.

And the rest of the world shot forward.

Tears in her eyes,

She’ll find someone else,

I’ve seen it happen before.

Hopefully someone better.

This isn’t how I wanted.

Not how it was intended.

Just my luck,

I tripped and fell

Only to let life caught up with me.

I guess I should add a translation so here we go.

Sky so dark,

Evil night

the blood f the dead

run through the eyes

of the living

Nothing grows

they work for salvation

your god abandoned you

just like a dog

just like bastard

don't follow me

my path brings death

I warned you

take catuion

Oscuro el cielo,

Noche mala,

la sangre de los muertos,

corre por los ojos,

de los vivos.

No creece nada,

no servin para salvar.

Tu dios te abandono

tan como pero,

tan como cabron.

No me cigas.

mi camino trae muerte.

Te avise

tenga cuidado.

My (sp) in spansih and english sux ppl so bear with me.

Clever double triple speak,

words cloaked in the very shadows they illuminate.

One word often meaning two.

thanks, I wrote it in the moment, I wanted to have a more inocent potrayle of a girl watch the worl go by but the poem took over. o and sorry for all of my (sp) errors

Alone and Away

Here she is the doll of the ball.

Holding the hem in hand.

She stared at a man not to far of,

Dreaming about his hands,

Undoing the lace,

that held her bodice in place.

Sinnful dreams of lonely girl.

Standing in place, holding herself.

Her chests rise and fall with each breath.

A prince looms close by.

His breath inches from her left.

She can feel his skin pressed against hers,

She can taste salty sweet lips.

Here the Ball and it's dolls,

hansome and dashing men of honor

ravashing beautyful dangers curves.

Lips that shine,

Hips that sway.

Slow and fast the tempo all night

Emotions and ungodly acts.

Men and Women disregrading marriage vows,

laying next to other wed men.

The last note played.

The dancers disperse.

To chambers not there own.

Some in pairs some in bunch,

and still others in hordes to the rooms.