a_little_wisp
02-17-2009, 07:31 PM
I am a Myth
Once upon a time, I lived.
Not just survived,
(As 'just surviving' is
Living off fried squirrels
Living in trees
And sh!tting under bushes),
Not only existed-
I lived.
I can tell you, first, that they elaborate
- “The multiple facets of your essence sparkle and glow with every turn.“ -
The battles were glossed over.
I cried, I bled, I held my beaten friends in my arms,
They held me-
Our armor clanking against
One another's awkwardly,
As we tried to stitch each other's
Wounds closed -
Truth be told,
I had no idea what side I was fighting on,
If there were sides,
If there are sides -
Or maybe we're all just fools
Slipping and sliding
Clumsily
Over one great, wet sphere-
(Those smooth roll-y things that people
Have in their front yard?)
The rare moments of sunshine,
The golden days –
There were never Golden Years,
No, they were lower-cased and
Played within a twenty-four hour,
Or less,
Period of time -
Were stolen or borrowed and never returned-
And in that, I must say,
I was a bit of a klepto.
But I existed,
And they were my battles,
And they were my victories
… And they were my losses –
And the embarrassing moments
Where I was unseated from my high horse
And had tomatoes smashed in my face -
I claim those too.
As I fade away,
And I will, because I must
For a time-
Because I must regroup,
Because I've lost my horse (I don't even have a kingdom
To trade it for
Go figure),
My sword,
My banner,
My wits,
And look like an idiot
Without them -
Remember me.
I leave no physical evidence behind-
I leave no sword,
I leave no sceptre,
No lock of hair,
No one Converse sneaker
Or comic book,
Or verse posted on the forum -
I leave nothing of any worth.
You may think me weak
For needing this,
For asking this of you,
For needing you--
Yes, I can be alone
Without feeling lonely,
But I am not worth much-
My worth cannot be determined-
Without people.
You thought I would be the best of them,
Lady-
Don’t give up on me yet,
Because I haven't.
You’re the only one who ever
Held my hands-
My sage, you were,
Your gnarled fingers soft
Against my long, ink-smattered
ones-
And looked me dead in eye-
Your gaze causing my
Bashful soul (poor thing,
It suffers from stage fright) to briefly panic
Before realizing that there
Was nothing to be afraid of -
And believed.
She cried out, "Why me?
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask for you to believe in me.
When I fall, I will fall that much harder,
And it will hurt that much more."
"Then keep your feet on the ground,
And your head just below the clouds -
Close enough to touch the stars,
And yet keep your wits about you."
"You ask a bird,
To become a giant,
And don't even offer the proper
Magic beans to make it happen."
I slip away now, into the mists -
Quite undignified,
As my boat has several leaks,
And creaks with every
Swell of a wave -
Wounded and battle-weary,
Conceding to the fact
That this battle-
Not the war,
The war ceases
For no man-
Has been lost.
I beg of you, though,
Remember me
The me of the golden days–
Immortalized by our laughter
And our pride.
At the heart of all,
In the cave,
On the green,
By the sea -
Waiting for the unicorns,
Most likely -
I existed,
The smallest of evidence remaining,
Kept to life by the hope
In your heart
That though we are but
Human,
Mortal,
And prone to burping,
And lying,
And dying,
Fighting our battles out,
Day-by-day-
At the end of it all,
We are remembered,
That at the center
Of a myth
There is truth,
And there I lie,
And from it,
Will rise again
If only you
Believe in me.
--And so every myth
Begs to be believed in.
"The point, gentlemen,
Is that they lived."
-Ever After.
Once upon a time, I lived.
Not just survived,
(As 'just surviving' is
Living off fried squirrels
Living in trees
And sh!tting under bushes),
Not only existed-
I lived.
I can tell you, first, that they elaborate
- “The multiple facets of your essence sparkle and glow with every turn.“ -
The battles were glossed over.
I cried, I bled, I held my beaten friends in my arms,
They held me-
Our armor clanking against
One another's awkwardly,
As we tried to stitch each other's
Wounds closed -
Truth be told,
I had no idea what side I was fighting on,
If there were sides,
If there are sides -
Or maybe we're all just fools
Slipping and sliding
Clumsily
Over one great, wet sphere-
(Those smooth roll-y things that people
Have in their front yard?)
The rare moments of sunshine,
The golden days –
There were never Golden Years,
No, they were lower-cased and
Played within a twenty-four hour,
Or less,
Period of time -
Were stolen or borrowed and never returned-
And in that, I must say,
I was a bit of a klepto.
But I existed,
And they were my battles,
And they were my victories
… And they were my losses –
And the embarrassing moments
Where I was unseated from my high horse
And had tomatoes smashed in my face -
I claim those too.
As I fade away,
And I will, because I must
For a time-
Because I must regroup,
Because I've lost my horse (I don't even have a kingdom
To trade it for
Go figure),
My sword,
My banner,
My wits,
And look like an idiot
Without them -
Remember me.
I leave no physical evidence behind-
I leave no sword,
I leave no sceptre,
No lock of hair,
No one Converse sneaker
Or comic book,
Or verse posted on the forum -
I leave nothing of any worth.
You may think me weak
For needing this,
For asking this of you,
For needing you--
Yes, I can be alone
Without feeling lonely,
But I am not worth much-
My worth cannot be determined-
Without people.
You thought I would be the best of them,
Lady-
Don’t give up on me yet,
Because I haven't.
You’re the only one who ever
Held my hands-
My sage, you were,
Your gnarled fingers soft
Against my long, ink-smattered
ones-
And looked me dead in eye-
Your gaze causing my
Bashful soul (poor thing,
It suffers from stage fright) to briefly panic
Before realizing that there
Was nothing to be afraid of -
And believed.
She cried out, "Why me?
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask for you to believe in me.
When I fall, I will fall that much harder,
And it will hurt that much more."
"Then keep your feet on the ground,
And your head just below the clouds -
Close enough to touch the stars,
And yet keep your wits about you."
"You ask a bird,
To become a giant,
And don't even offer the proper
Magic beans to make it happen."
I slip away now, into the mists -
Quite undignified,
As my boat has several leaks,
And creaks with every
Swell of a wave -
Wounded and battle-weary,
Conceding to the fact
That this battle-
Not the war,
The war ceases
For no man-
Has been lost.
I beg of you, though,
Remember me
The me of the golden days–
Immortalized by our laughter
And our pride.
At the heart of all,
In the cave,
On the green,
By the sea -
Waiting for the unicorns,
Most likely -
I existed,
The smallest of evidence remaining,
Kept to life by the hope
In your heart
That though we are but
Human,
Mortal,
And prone to burping,
And lying,
And dying,
Fighting our battles out,
Day-by-day-
At the end of it all,
We are remembered,
That at the center
Of a myth
There is truth,
And there I lie,
And from it,
Will rise again
If only you
Believe in me.
--And so every myth
Begs to be believed in.
"The point, gentlemen,
Is that they lived."
-Ever After.