|Three Thousand, Then Four Hundred
Author: WonderWing PM
Scrapbook-poetry. If you're into that stuff, then I hope ya bust a nut real good lol. Reading this collection, I mean... heheh.Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Fantasy - Words: 461 - Published: 01-14-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2621997
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So what is my depression?
A lonesome crag, that's my impression
I got no problems, in my eye
But constant learning, in my mind
So take a ticket, grab a seat
The show's already started
Sip your drink, mind your voice,
As mental seas are parted
So alone, right from the go
One major friend, my only bro
No home life, just self-perversion
Tantrums, tears, and pain aversion
See, it's not even worth discussing
'Show's over folks', to scattered, muttered cussing
I want to learn about the world,
And through it, find myself
For when I focus calmly inward
I just feel like I need help
Human progression, it's not a dream!
I hold it, collected, in my palm
If all things were as they seemingly seemed
Without unknown pressure- constant calm
...Look, I'm sorry I'm not outwardly assuring
Though inside, my soul may be purring
I think the problem lies in you
We are so different, 'do' vs. 'true'...
The segments are confusing
Rising in sheathed segments
Like the plastic saber-toys
I played with as a boy
Where will it meet
At top of tree
What fragments float
Is there something up there, waiting?
Are breaths held bated, in the shading?
What lies above, is it a sky?
Am I upside-down this whole dang time?
So much to wonder, I'm at a loss
Turn gaze from trees, continue walk
I'll keep this up, though I've no reason,
Naught else to do, is what I'm feasing
I'd like to find an open meadow
With many flowers, breezy breath of petals
Little critters, birds in flight
A wall of stars in womb of night
Embraced by none, I am with all
Release my long-held, piercing call
Gather, children, to your parent
The link's connected, truth's apparent
I feel this urge inside me, whole,
It wants release from cage of soul
To interact, to make it real
Drives me onward at my heel
Where, from there, what next, a stream?
These things I wonder, walking, in my dream
Dream of me, upon you, raging
Dream of us
Dream a dream of finding night
Dream of dreams
To find the light
Second time you said my name,
The future, vast, unpredictable, but in mine,
I see you
So I can deal with side attractions
That dare me, bare, to leap to action
To lose my subtle traction
'Cuz I know someday I'll come out winning
With you, together, laughter, grinning
A/N: Some more random writings from the notebook o'doom n'death lol. That last one I JUST added, it was a scrap I found on the adjacent page.