illusiveHEARt
11-06-2009, 06:32 PM
http://illusiveheart.deviantart.com/art/To-Break-a-Jar-81904049
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Here is a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago. It's about losing that one thing in life that you cherished and loved with all of your heart, while still having a small and undying hope to grasp it once again. Enjoy.
I am just a child, he says.
"Who am I to ponder endlessly amongst the fiercest clouds of gray?"
Thoughts are a strong being, thousands of souls actively harassing through sanity's thin novel of guidelines.
Explanation, or a simple depiction--something he can hardly conjure up with how ever long of notice.
What he asked first was, have you ever felt the rain pour so heavily you are reluctant to move on?
That night, he could make clear.
Thoughts were scattered, reality met relapse.
Sentinels of love up above portrayed their sudden annoyance; he was struck down that night.
So arduous, my story, he says.
Shall I indulge into the memories that have haunted me so persistently?
My irony forsakes even myself I must say.
My heart is now a scar, a reminder of the pain that doth care to remind me of the event.
The gasoline that fueled my self-motor bespattered, into the raging inferno of misery that night.
The ember grew larger, and I was engulfed,
Scorched without mercy, a pain to last me
The rest of my life.
Can I illustrate my picture clearer for you? He asked.
Can you begin to imagine yourself as high as the clouds,
then suddenly fall down when you've come so close to the stars.
You fall down so fast as the world cycles around you.
The distance is far enough that you can catch yourself a glimpse.
A glimpse of all of life's purpose,
All of your dreams and hopes shot out of the barrel of Misery's cannon.
It's a curious endeavour,
To have something to live for.
His contemplation was clear.
'Tis quite the endeavour, to give your heart and all you will ever have on life's lottery table.
If the odds were raised and obstacles were set,
It was no rising issue, because all else matters nothing.
The hand of existentialism is laid carelessly down.
The numbers are drawn, and they are no longer yours,
It is time to feel lost as you watch it all die.
If you still aren't certain, I can't be more clear.
My purpose is gone, and my feelings are shot.
Find yourself a jar, label it Thought.
Take dagger to heart, and spill out your soul.
You'll find the jar is now full, of all that you were.
Take hammer to jar, plan to watch the jar break.
But I've been here before, the jar will not break.
For myself at least, while your jars' scattered remains just drift away.
There are times I wish my jar would just break;
The feelings would pass, the thoughts would escape.
Yet there is no control, my thoughts still fight fierce at the back of my mind.
My jar will stay strong as long as there's hope;
For as long as I breathe my hope will stay clenched.
Hope clenched to a rope with threads dying to snap.
An unending abyss awaits my greatest collapse.
When you feel the pain of a thousand lives broken,
And you wish your last wish and your jar does not break
Only then will you understand, dear friend.
~Please, if possible, comment/view on dA =)
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Here is a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago. It's about losing that one thing in life that you cherished and loved with all of your heart, while still having a small and undying hope to grasp it once again. Enjoy.
I am just a child, he says.
"Who am I to ponder endlessly amongst the fiercest clouds of gray?"
Thoughts are a strong being, thousands of souls actively harassing through sanity's thin novel of guidelines.
Explanation, or a simple depiction--something he can hardly conjure up with how ever long of notice.
What he asked first was, have you ever felt the rain pour so heavily you are reluctant to move on?
That night, he could make clear.
Thoughts were scattered, reality met relapse.
Sentinels of love up above portrayed their sudden annoyance; he was struck down that night.
So arduous, my story, he says.
Shall I indulge into the memories that have haunted me so persistently?
My irony forsakes even myself I must say.
My heart is now a scar, a reminder of the pain that doth care to remind me of the event.
The gasoline that fueled my self-motor bespattered, into the raging inferno of misery that night.
The ember grew larger, and I was engulfed,
Scorched without mercy, a pain to last me
The rest of my life.
Can I illustrate my picture clearer for you? He asked.
Can you begin to imagine yourself as high as the clouds,
then suddenly fall down when you've come so close to the stars.
You fall down so fast as the world cycles around you.
The distance is far enough that you can catch yourself a glimpse.
A glimpse of all of life's purpose,
All of your dreams and hopes shot out of the barrel of Misery's cannon.
It's a curious endeavour,
To have something to live for.
His contemplation was clear.
'Tis quite the endeavour, to give your heart and all you will ever have on life's lottery table.
If the odds were raised and obstacles were set,
It was no rising issue, because all else matters nothing.
The hand of existentialism is laid carelessly down.
The numbers are drawn, and they are no longer yours,
It is time to feel lost as you watch it all die.
If you still aren't certain, I can't be more clear.
My purpose is gone, and my feelings are shot.
Find yourself a jar, label it Thought.
Take dagger to heart, and spill out your soul.
You'll find the jar is now full, of all that you were.
Take hammer to jar, plan to watch the jar break.
But I've been here before, the jar will not break.
For myself at least, while your jars' scattered remains just drift away.
There are times I wish my jar would just break;
The feelings would pass, the thoughts would escape.
Yet there is no control, my thoughts still fight fierce at the back of my mind.
My jar will stay strong as long as there's hope;
For as long as I breathe my hope will stay clenched.
Hope clenched to a rope with threads dying to snap.
An unending abyss awaits my greatest collapse.
When you feel the pain of a thousand lives broken,
And you wish your last wish and your jar does not break
Only then will you understand, dear friend.