So I'm trying to SLOWLY reintroduce myself to the world of writing, after such a long freaking break from it. It's like starting all over or something, dude. So like... this poem is basically me tryin' to figure out what the crap happened, and how in the world that stupid WALL got there. sweatdrop
Once upon a time, In a world unexplored- Be Without people, And be without reward...
We turned to our words. To writings on the wall. To colors and sounds, That would surely save all.
Out there a light shone... Casting shadows unplanned. Pulled from our corner We find courage and stand.
We followed the white... Through hidden hell- not back. Somehow split to two, Where's the voice I now lack?
I remember it... To want to write aloud! All the confusion, My head lost in the cloud.
Now that it has gone, And taken me... or most, I'm left with nothing, Flowering art turned ghost.
So I say to you, Those still clutching lost hopes, Always keep them real, Unbound by tainted ropes.
Don't let mists fool you, Don't have it born away... You will need your voice, Even use it someday.
So hold your dreams safe. Keep your talent alive. Grip all your friends close. And remember to survive.
Raynai · Sun Jul 23, 2006 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |