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For now
Contributed by
lilyofthevalley
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Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 11:58:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I could not see what I could not know
Could not hear what I could not understand
Could not talk what I could not dream of
And should the heavens pour down on me
Should they but eat my heart out
I should with a little cry
Rigid and dignified
For no more am I this expressive.
Should you melt my heart into a thousand stones
Should you now know that this is the way I now am
I should not beg, should not live to dream in sleepless nights
When over my bed, I turn my bedraggled face to the moon
And from there, happy as I thought the moon would grant me thee.
Should not I talk of the past
Just now I had learnt and stopped from doing that
The moment I did it
And I am proud, am satisfied
That I could do what I thought I could not.
Life at shore
So serene, so beautiful
You are my hearts dearest
And never could I behold a view so true
Everyday is something new, something
To smile at, to see your wooden stilts in water
Holding, not exactly strong but persistent
Against the waves
Against my heart who sometimes thinks, what if?
Orange is my favourite colour
The sky today is a tribute to passion
Awakened, of a zeal to succeed
And to know, that between fate and persistence
Is the insecurity which never could leave completely.
But then we are only human
To err, to forgive divine
It is the essence of the spirits
The feel of the breeze against my skin
The howl of the waves murmuring its song.
Let me go
Let me be
Or perhaps
Let me stay.
Say nothing
And I like it best,
When you say nothing at all.
I heave a big sigh
What am I trying to say, trying to do?
Should I not crawl, walk and climb to achieve
To know that I have tried but failed
Thus I could say goodbye
Knowing all is used.
Or should I wait, rely on intuition and go with the flow
Calmly, gently there
Dance with the wind, swim with the tide
Thus I could say, it would not come to me
Knowing I had not fought fate.
What? What?
As the world turns to the other side,
And as I lay against the trunk of a palm
I close my eyes, not wanting to think, not now, at
Least not for the next minute
When I know the world is slowly turning
To the other side,
I see the magic in itself
There is more than that which meets the eye.
Thus I bade a beautiful view farewell
With the feel of this moment,
With the feel of now
No answers do I have
But I shall be content for now.
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lilyofthevalley
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2004-08-05 11:58:02]
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Re: For now
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by pixie on
Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 12:00:40 PM AEST
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a very captivating and thought provoking write... welcome to the site :)
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Re: For now
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 26th October 2006 @ 05:00:14 PM AEST
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| This is pretty deep |
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