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1.2k · Jan 2012
Intellectualism
I often ponder life's biggest questions
But what's the point? There's no worth testing
Hopelessness often meets despair
I can't even begin to care
Intellectualism is in my name
Surely I am without a blame

For who lives life
Without a single care
For how
Or where
Or when
Or why
They came about

I once met a man
Who told me son
Life can be lived simply
If you consider it fun
But I responded solely
Only in my head
Life is no fun
Unless checked by reasoning's hand

The life unexamined
Socrates once said,
Is a life not worth living
And he put it to bed
For what man
Who calls himself a man
Can honestly live a day
Without caring where he might lay
On the fated day
He departs upon tomorrow
What beautiful sounds
Do you whistle through my ears?
Chords of the heart
Are what I hear
Your notes of ecstacy
Slowly soothe my ears
You speak a language that knows not letters
No sentence nor stanza can contain your tears
You skip introductions and goodbyes
Instead you pull the latch and enter the door
That flows you down through corridors of years
Held in passages of thought
Like a winding staircase
Through the capsules of my very heart
911 · Jan 2012
The Journey Within
Life is a system of matter
Sustaining your ego and bladder
But what of the consciousness held in your head?
Something of virtue, or something to dread?
A little of both
My mind most certainly thinks
A gift from the heavens
Is something with links

Links to our nature
Links to our mind
Links back in time
Are what make us think
So don't fool yourself
With lies told abroad
Science is of virtue
And surely no fraud
So don't speak so quickly
Be faster to think
Rejection of old thoughts
Beliefs held abroad
Is where one must start
To learn of his God

Forget those religions
You learned in your schools
Of churches
Of fools
All held down beneath
Their skull
They fear
What they know to be near
The lies of their past
Safely guard them to last

So I pray you begin
The longest of journeys within
But take heed, friend
Of the lies you'll find
Instead, think within
Your mind and your heart
Just don't forget to begin
The journey within
830 · Mar 2012
Summertime
Cut grass on the lawn
A smell so sweet
Motors trying to clear their throat
So their grumbles may be clear
The sound of birds at dawn
Chirping ever clear
I can hear them say
Summertime is near
752 · Jan 2012
When Unity Reappears
I'd paint you a picture
But my image I may not convert
I'd write you a song
But my words can not be learnt
I'd clasp to your words
But they slide away like sand
I'd fall into your hands
But they move away, just a tad

For you and me
Will never quite see
What it is in each other
What we want to be
We're both in a trap
Like the rest of our friends
We need to break free
But only in the end

It's really not hard to see
Once you look at it simplistically
We're all in a trap
Encaged by this world
A sense of self
The impairment of our sight
Is our real plight
What we call "I"
We should really call "us"
It's the blinder to our lives
The captor of our freedom
The separation of each other
Is what makes society shudder
But fear not, dear
It's not but an outgrown husk
At the end of your life
At the end of our years
When unity reappears
738 · Feb 2012
Pen and Pad
I love the pen and pad
But I don't think I can use it
It really makes me quite sad
That I can't seem to work it

You see, it's my confession to make
That I love to write
But it's sort of fake
What I really feel
Doesn't rhyme
So I change it's form
So it can fit the time

The pen and pad
So beautiful it feels
The sign of an intellect
Of a writer to be feared
J can't explain the reverance
For the pen and pad I posess
But surely it isn't natural
To find a workman's tool
My mind's only nest

I have found that there is a problem
The dilemma is this:
I can't really use these tools
Even though they're my mind's nest
I can't truly navigate them
With the words great writers heft
I can't form them
Into works of art
Like all the artists I envy
With words nor picture
Not short nor lengthy

You see, it's quite clear
The pen and pad
The paper and ink
They work so well together
It makes my heart sink
They inspire joy
From my hollowed throat
They are too beautiful
For words to provoke
But still I try my hand
At writing with paper and ink
Because all I can do
Is think
But all I write
Feels fake
693 · Jan 2012
The Halls
The halls
Full of life
Full of frenzy
Lonely bodies shuffle books and paper
While hiding among the crowds of foes

I hide myself
From bodies called "friends"
As I hold books I so fearfully dread
I wonder "what keeps us all from being dead?"
But all ponder stops in it's shoes
As a door opens
My dear, it's you

You stroll on in
You ignore my longing pleas
Just a glance is all I need
No one wonders why all stops
When you make entrance
Into this passage of teens

For you, dear, add something more
Than what the halls were before
As you light up the stream
Of hopeless people living in steam
You electrify the world
You calm the sea
Everyone stands still
As you pass through
The halls
692 · Feb 2012
Inside the walls
What is poetry
To a fellow in need?
Simply an outlet
To any man that grieves
What is a song
To a man of passion?
Simply a language
Of feelings and emotion

I can't explain
What dwells inside
Inside the walls
Behind which I hide
From the outer world
So harsh is the sight
I keep well away
As far as I might

It's the language of prose
Of time and rhyme
That I encrypt these messages
Of what's deep inside
Inside the walls
Behind which I hide
Until a better day
When all my fears will subside
683 · Apr 2012
Space and Time
I'm losing you
Love lost in the fade of night
Darkness once so glorified
With the curves of snow on a body once held
Pale and glistening in the night
Off the eerie light's wooden crown
I can't seem to find you anymore
Encapsulated in the feelings which I once felt
I'm losing you to time
To the mesh in which we live
And I can't seem to recapture you
Your lips
Your *******
Your hands
Your hips
They're gone
With the wind of time and space
680 · Jan 2012
This Town
I took a stroll down the dusty streets today
The desolate paths were walled by lonely buildings
I think it's what they call "Downtown"
But I doubt they truly believe it

I opened up the door to a shop today
The creak was met by a clang
Of bells once happy to greet me
They say it's an antiquity they ought to keep around
But I doubt they truly believe it

I stepped into the library today
The shelves so full yet barren
Dust laid like sorrow
Longing for days gone past
They say it's a public place
Of commerce and talk
But I doubt they truly believe it

I sat down on a bench today
The sky looked down with orange tears
This place was only sorrow encased in buildings and roads
Full of people avoiding the pulls
To get away from this place, to a happier pasture

They say it's normal around here, to get lost in the loneliness
But I doubt they truly believe it
I started writing this intending on a happier poem, but somehow it turned into a rather sad one. I wonder if I can even write happy poems sometimes .___.
645 · Jan 2012
Us
Us
I'm sure you've heard the phrase
Once you're born,  you start dying
But I'd like to clear the haze

Are you born at conception
Or when your head peeks out the womb?
Were you alive, in halves
Before egg met *****?
If this is true
You existed before these cells were made
And if my words are correct
You were once a tiny speck
Of dust on the floor
Or perhaps on the shore
Of an ocean, ever swaying
But maybe your speck
Was once part of the ocean
And part of that ocean
Was once in space
Once a flash of energy
Before matter was made
And the universe's foundation was laid
In stone
Or rather
In foam
So easy to spray
But so easily disappearing
Into thin air
That was once nothing

But if we existed before we thought
Because we used to have no thought
Then it'd only be plausible
That we will exist after we lose thought
But maybe  in two
Maybe we can think for eternity on end
Or maybe I'm a fool
We can only find out
If we take the dive into the pool
Of life's slow compromise

But the sad truth is clear
You and me, dear
We are something
Something, that came out of nothing
But nothing, dear, must have a big belly
If it were to shell out something that's this heavy
But if all we knew
That we're truly nothing
We'd be quite sad
But really, we already are
So let's hold hands
And look to the sea
I'll look at you
And you, at me
We can think ourselves away
Until we find reason to be gay
But we'll have nothing left to say
For our only legacy is what's up there
Upstairs
Hidden in our squishy brains
Where you and me
Can think of eachother
And wonder
Why is it us
That think of this stuff
Maybe it's just better
That the rest of the world has other thoughts on their mind
And they don't mind the bigger stuff
They feel content, just leaving it
To
Us
616 · Jan 2012
These Thoughts of Life
Dusk is the colour of my life
Loneliness, the flag of my strife
Thoughtfulness, my only wife
But happiness
Is that I can't attain
So forever I will refrain
From life in all it's usuallness
Simple and plain
And I'll keep on thinking
Of better ways to reign
These thoughts of life
That have become my name
613 · Jan 2012
Door of Trust
Home be my heart
Where you, dearest, reside
Your ceiling be my love
Your floor my care
Your lamp my passion
Your door, my trust

Break not then, that trust
For a ceiling can be shingled
And a floor redone
A lampshade can be replaced
But a door, my dear,
Can only be cut out once
603 · Jan 2012
Lost
Hidden withdrawal
Into the chamber of dusk
Into the dwelling of dust
Under lampshades and blinds
Dusky and dull
Lie the soul

Lost

In the heart of a man
Without purpose nor life
Lie the words
Screaming to come fourth
But hopelessly sunk
In the abyss of his soul

Lost

Are the words he once found
The sentences once bound
To his life
Former to his strife
And to his pain
Now he dwells
Among all forgotten shells
Of past fate

Lost

Wandering thoughts
Dulling into dust
He wonders how
He ever came
To be lost
586 · Jan 2012
Colours Of Life
The colours of life
Are those filled with strife
All shades of gray
Is what some have to say

But others yet
See only hate
Forget their lies
They are in a fatal state
It is one of frustration
Only curable by fate

But why look so glum?
Look outside, the sky holds the sun
Life is full of love
Of glories untold
Create your own happiness dear
Life is only fool's gold
Beheld in the eyes of a stranger
Before the setting sun meets it's destination
559 · Jan 2012
The Knoll
The grassiest of knolls
The most wooded of hills
Knows all our deeds
All our spills
Yet it continues it's love
It's warmest of all embrace
It forgives us our ills
As we accept it's grace

Pray keep, then, friend
A loving grace towards thee
who shows you the love
you forgot to receive

Forget not the knoll
On which all life proceeds
Do not slaughter the land
That gave you it's peace
480 · Feb 2012
Untitled
How often do you wonder
What am I gaining out of living
When there's no plunder?
No happiness at this rate
No lovers entangled in fate
No final realizations
On the meaning to life
Just solitary thoughts
Yours alone to share
Have you given up yet?
Have you given up your share?
Of life you were given
As a baby so small
Inside the womb of a loving lady
Who would care for you to the tomb
And beyond
Or so she thought
She needed hope
In a life so fleetingly passing
A life full of hatred
Malice and pain
She needed hope
The kind you have not
Couldn't think of a title appropriate for this one, so I just left it blank
466 · Jan 2012
Writer's Block
I often like to say
That I love to write
That it makes me gay
But what I scarcely say
Is how horrible I am at this trade
And how awful it is to say
All that I have to think
On paper, with ink

You see,
It's quite easy for me to see
But I'm sure you saw it first
Written in ink
On this paper
It stinks
Awful badly
And sadly
I continue to write
Until my thoughts are out of sight
Horribly mangled
Onto this paper
That has been strangled
By these words I try to write
But never without spite
For I envy all those men
Who can spin words with their pen
So easily and care free
They make me quite angry
Yet inspired by their being
This is why I should stop
It's really quite a sin
That I continue to try
To write with this pen
423 · Jan 2012
Winter
If you can hear this
Then I pray you come near
My heart isn't quite normal without you
It seems to have grown bare
So please return
It's an everlasting winter in my soul
When you're not around
To give it your warm care

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