Dyrwen
12-05-2003, 04:27 AM
I usually don't like posting more than one poem in a week or two, but eh, I really like this one more than my previous here.
Wrote this... after just sitting here still for a moment. I had realized many thoughts and many people's opinions all at once. I came to write a near schizophrenic poem here, it's actually probably should be spoken, and in 4 different voices.
The Care
Another wasted way, how we drip and decay,
our loveless souls contrast through the days,
blowing away in the wind, till someone has their say.
We cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
we'd rather lose ourselves, to their wanting thoughts,
a morbid reality that is all too true.
Unloving to their grasping desperation,
yet ever empathized, towards their mind's volition.
We cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
yet now we see ourselves, seeking comfort in their promises,
I'd rather hate myself, than fall into that delusion,
once again, a showing of false animonsity.
A need becomes of you, to be like the rest,
because it keeps you content, not happy or with regret.
Just willing to live and try to hold what you have,
you cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
you feel that blood, it is in your skin,
it has always been there, been pumping for them.
Stop with your concepts of keeping true to life,
be what you are and do all you can to follow it right.
Quit caring for others, or even what they feel,
you cannot stop them, because you cannot care too,
your inability, to be such as the rest,
makes you loved for what it is, and despised by the mess.
Fallen thoughts dig into your mind, telling you what's true,
more often than not, the parents' will ensues.
We speak valiantly of your outspoken arts of loss,
yet you cannot follow them, for it's chances are false.
Kept forever in a mind without self-thought,
you cannot stop me, I am your uncaring need, taught.
Wrote this... after just sitting here still for a moment. I had realized many thoughts and many people's opinions all at once. I came to write a near schizophrenic poem here, it's actually probably should be spoken, and in 4 different voices.
The Care
Another wasted way, how we drip and decay,
our loveless souls contrast through the days,
blowing away in the wind, till someone has their say.
We cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
we'd rather lose ourselves, to their wanting thoughts,
a morbid reality that is all too true.
Unloving to their grasping desperation,
yet ever empathized, towards their mind's volition.
We cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
yet now we see ourselves, seeking comfort in their promises,
I'd rather hate myself, than fall into that delusion,
once again, a showing of false animonsity.
A need becomes of you, to be like the rest,
because it keeps you content, not happy or with regret.
Just willing to live and try to hold what you have,
you cannot stop them, because we care and care not to,
you feel that blood, it is in your skin,
it has always been there, been pumping for them.
Stop with your concepts of keeping true to life,
be what you are and do all you can to follow it right.
Quit caring for others, or even what they feel,
you cannot stop them, because you cannot care too,
your inability, to be such as the rest,
makes you loved for what it is, and despised by the mess.
Fallen thoughts dig into your mind, telling you what's true,
more often than not, the parents' will ensues.
We speak valiantly of your outspoken arts of loss,
yet you cannot follow them, for it's chances are false.
Kept forever in a mind without self-thought,
you cannot stop me, I am your uncaring need, taught.