The Journey

This one is a bit more like my usual complicated, crazy, hard to understand (especially for me) stuff. Its just from watching the outside whizz past in the car.

The Journey

The broken becomes a continuous stream,
leaves, twigs, branches
the years debris
merges into one
constant stream.
Life.
The further things are constant
the horizon is still
through the glass,
teardrops of water
collect on the speeding
windows lip.

The horizon stays constant,
still, the dizzying,
exciting, breathtalingly fast, pass,
leaves, twigs, branches
as debris of my life,
yet the straight,
safe, sturdy.
Stands, shifts, only slightly,
with me.
Let it pass.
Ex

The friend

It was my friends birthday so i tried to write her a happy friendly poem. And this is what i got -_- Its a lot more lovey and sounds alot like the person has left me, gone to university, or died ..
      

In times to come
when i lie on pastures green,
will you lie with me?
Though unseen.
In times to come
when i look to the sky,
will you look with me?
at every ray and beam.
In times to come
you will be with me
walk with me,
lie with me,
see with me,
even though
you are not with me,
you are far away,
we will be as one.
Because, my friend,
who we are,
is what we become,
and you and i, my friend
we are so similar, that,
our minds, hearts,
are not yet done.

Ex 12/9

Not what it was

Though this sounds quite depressing, it wasn't meant to, its meant to sound quite uplifting and applaud the need for love... but yeahhh it didnt turn out too positive.. Well the way you look at it will change the way you think of it, take 'I no longer want for this' for example, that sentance is meant to relate to the last cluster of sentances and say i don't want for love anymore, because i have it, NOT i no longer want for love, because i had it and frankly it wasnt great. but anyway, you choose how to interpret it.

There is my love
I see
my life, my death,
my days, my nights,
In them,
one person, whom stole my life.
unknowingly thieved me.
No strife,
no sadness,
no fear.
Like what i felt
before.
and no sights,
no scenes
no beauty.
Like what i'd ever seen
before.

I no longer want for this.

Take it from me
and i will live a half-life
which i had before,
but now it is not
what it was,
this can no longer be,
what it was.

Ex 10/9

Tenacious

Tenacious, asked one of my friends for a random word, they said tenacious (just to be awkward im sure) et voila.

Bond, a glue, an adhesive, binding glue,

Joins you and I,

Me and you,

Together something there,

Which coincides with air,

Forces us together,

Tenacious, firm a hold

Forever living, forever told.

 

Ex 13/9