Objectivist
04-01-2008, 01:14 PM
*This was my first attempt at poetry in my entire life, please give me some feedback veterans!
The Shine of Voice
By: Objectivist
The darkness is all I know,
I step into it blindly not caring what it holds;
My eyes need not be working,
For the rest of me says it to be so
I feel the wind upon my skin,
The sound of truth rings in my ears;
The scent of reality fills my nose,
Yet I only know the taste of tears
The darkness is comfort,
It keeps me sound;
So why is it I fret,
It's as though I were bound
Something new accompanies the dark,
A sound not heard by my ears;
Something pierces the night from afar,
It contrasts my surroundings with white as it nears
The sound becomes louder,
The white becomes dilated;
It sounds like a voice although I'm not sure,
White destroys dark from whence it was created
The voice starts to scream,
I realize that voice is mine;
The darkness gives way to the white,
It reveals what was covered all that time
This reality is unnerving,
I've witnessed the destruction of my comfort and the birth of my pain;
As I listen and watch,
It dawns on me that the voice and light are one in the same
I now see what was shrouded in the darkness,
And my pain is quickly drowned in a new pleasure;
I listen to the voice in this new world of color,
I'm told of the truth and live now in leisure
The wind has not changed though I see it bend trees,
The sound I once thought was true becomes inconsistent when pierced by the light;
The scent of reality is now tainted at the sight of death and ugliness,
The salty tears are now replaced with the sweet beauty of truth
Every second I spent in darkness was like a whole day of dying slowly,
Every second I spend in the light is like an eternity of living in pleasure;
The darkness made diamonds appear to be garbage,
The light showed me how what I thought to be lead is the most precious treasure
The darkness blinded me from what I really wanted,
I was hurt in the beginning upon realizing the disaster of my choice;
The light made me see and flooded my perception with truth,
From myself comes my joy and with it the shine of voice.
The Shine of Voice
By: Objectivist
The darkness is all I know,
I step into it blindly not caring what it holds;
My eyes need not be working,
For the rest of me says it to be so
I feel the wind upon my skin,
The sound of truth rings in my ears;
The scent of reality fills my nose,
Yet I only know the taste of tears
The darkness is comfort,
It keeps me sound;
So why is it I fret,
It's as though I were bound
Something new accompanies the dark,
A sound not heard by my ears;
Something pierces the night from afar,
It contrasts my surroundings with white as it nears
The sound becomes louder,
The white becomes dilated;
It sounds like a voice although I'm not sure,
White destroys dark from whence it was created
The voice starts to scream,
I realize that voice is mine;
The darkness gives way to the white,
It reveals what was covered all that time
This reality is unnerving,
I've witnessed the destruction of my comfort and the birth of my pain;
As I listen and watch,
It dawns on me that the voice and light are one in the same
I now see what was shrouded in the darkness,
And my pain is quickly drowned in a new pleasure;
I listen to the voice in this new world of color,
I'm told of the truth and live now in leisure
The wind has not changed though I see it bend trees,
The sound I once thought was true becomes inconsistent when pierced by the light;
The scent of reality is now tainted at the sight of death and ugliness,
The salty tears are now replaced with the sweet beauty of truth
Every second I spent in darkness was like a whole day of dying slowly,
Every second I spend in the light is like an eternity of living in pleasure;
The darkness made diamonds appear to be garbage,
The light showed me how what I thought to be lead is the most precious treasure
The darkness blinded me from what I really wanted,
I was hurt in the beginning upon realizing the disaster of my choice;
The light made me see and flooded my perception with truth,
From myself comes my joy and with it the shine of voice.