The sun reminds me of me There was a time when i was just like her Very vibrant and warm Now i don't even know who i am anymore I'm beginning to lose my luster Like a pearl not worn for so long Self medicating with material things In hopes that i will become whole and happy But i end up collapsing like a pack of poorly arranged cards
I'm whole I'm complete But i still feel like half of me is out there Cold and lonely I don't even wanna think about it It makes me shiver @ai_Maureen
Will I ever prove that I exist? What do I exist as?
I may try and be a shadow to you trying to protect you from the scorching heat, but will I ever know that you're a night wanderer?
I may try to be the rainbow for the silver lining in your storm, but will I know that you constantly live in a drought?
I may even be a nightingale filling your ears with music divine, but when will you tell me that you are deaf? Deaf to my yearnings and my cries, and blind towards the tears that wouldn't come out of my eyes. Deaf to the rhythm my heart beats for you, And yet I keep making the music. I keep making the music.
I keep making the music, perhaps to prove that I exist. But what decides existence? Do I exist?
I exist in nostalgia, when people remember their first true loves. I exist in memoirs, of the greatest rivals they made. I exist as the guidelines, of the way they shouldn't live their lives. I exist in their sensations, illuminating how comforting a touch should be.
Yet I need to prove that I exist. Why?
It's clear now. I exist. And you do too, even if it is as a reader or critic of a this mere poem on this website. I know you're there.
Dear Reason For My Existence, I hope one day I will find you. I'd ask you, what you are. Actually I'd ask you every question I could think of. I have no choice to but to give you my life. So, see ya! -Sincerely, Alyssa Herndon
I don`t know why I`m here. Hence, nobody knows the meaning of life.