Thursday, September 9, 2010
When one knows
When one knows,
where one goes.
Then one should not
follow, one other.
For if one does not know,
where one other is
destined,
one cannot follow in
the same footsteps.
I follow one,
who is no longer here.
I can tell where they have
been, and what they
plan to do.
I can tell when to stop
and when to continue.
I know this,
because.
I can feel their fears,
I can feel their
sorrow, and I know
that it will all be alright.
I know that with my
deapest heart.
Thou should not be ,
tired - when one knows,
I wander as lonley as a cloud.
I know that when I look up,
I can see others looking at me.
I can tell that they know that
I can see them, as I can.
And I know that when I look
up and see them,
that I join them - and wander.
I can tell that you know,
as you have experienced it too.
where one goes.
Then one should not
follow, one other.
For if one does not know,
where one other is
destined,
one cannot follow in
the same footsteps.
I follow one,
who is no longer here.
I can tell where they have
been, and what they
plan to do.
I can tell when to stop
and when to continue.
I know this,
because.
I can feel their fears,
I can feel their
sorrow, and I know
that it will all be alright.
I know that with my
deapest heart.
Thou should not be ,
tired - when one knows,
I wander as lonley as a cloud.
I know that when I look up,
I can see others looking at me.
I can tell that they know that
I can see them, as I can.
And I know that when I look
up and see them,
that I join them - and wander.
I can tell that you know,
as you have experienced it too.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Me
This poem is dedicated to myself, and others who know what I am feeling.
I am unique,
and I know it.
But,
What I don't know is,
Who am I?
When I look inside me,
all that I can see is black.
And,
in the centre of this,
is a bird.
The bird wakes up as I approach,
and he stares at me.
As I approach,
he flys away,
and that Hope in me is gone.
When I took another look,
I could see a fierce dragon,
who does not talk much.
He is black,
and he will not come near.
I can feel my wings take me,
into to sky, where no
one will bother me.
I know that I will be safe.
and be me.
I am unique,
and I know it.
But,
What I don't know is,
Who am I?
When I look inside me,
all that I can see is black.
And,
in the centre of this,
is a bird.
The bird wakes up as I approach,
and he stares at me.
As I approach,
he flys away,
and that Hope in me is gone.
When I took another look,
I could see a fierce dragon,
who does not talk much.
He is black,
and he will not come near.
I can feel my wings take me,
into to sky, where no
one will bother me.
I know that I will be safe.
and be me.
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