Explorations of Everything

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

captain

Captain said press on, As waves smashed our hull with ferocity; Captain said stay strong, As we attempted to sail away from the atrocity. Captain said hold fast, As wind blasted with an obscene force; Captain said he knew we'd last, As long as we never lost course. Captain said he'd protect us, As... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 31, 2008

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My eyes are heavy, Oh, I feel so weary, My bed stands ready, But will get no attention. My legs are heavy freight, Exhausted from my weight, My arms seem to exaggerate, These woeful symptoms of fatigue. My ears they sing to me, A screeching ringing they relate to me, All of the abuse they've... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

No one ever said that it'd be easy, But then again, Did anyone really ever say anything at all? They say you'll know it when you see it, But tell me the truth, Has anyone ever known what it looks like? They say you'll get through it, But I wonder, Who really knows what I need getting through? It's... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

walk in the rain

I walked home today, Alone on the road, Behold! What a day! I walked home today, Lonely footsteps called out to no one, Patting the ground with a strange charisma, A deep, kind of earthly tone. The sky looked dark, As I walked home alone, Dogs retreated to lawn corners, Protecting each and every... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Its so Hard

Its so hard, When they see you cry, Oh, its so hard, When you don't know why - Why the impossible seems To be before you, Why nothing you know, Ever seems true, Why sadness always Seems to seep through, And make even the clearest day, Cloud over in a sea of grey. Its so hard, When they see you... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

why

Why do I write this poetry? Is it to search deep inside me? Or to see the world anew? To become one of the very few, Who have ever truly understood? Why do I write this poetry? These lines of rhythm and rhyme... Reason may be lacking, But at least these lines are mine. Maybe that's why I write this... Sign in to see full entry.

explore

That's it, Exactly how its going to be, Burning sands and tricky dust, All become a part of me. Get it ready, I'm on my way, I'll only wait to leave, About another day. The ground is hot, And my nerves faltering, But my ambition stands firm Like its own colossus it astounds the world, My body is... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 24, 2008

My life stretched out before me, In a kind of dream That catches you awake And rips you from all reality, And takes you to a place, Where memories tell you the story Of yourself, Where emotions are etched So clearly on every face, As you run your fingers Through the grooves of those Timeless,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

No writer is born a writer, indeed it may be among the most unnatural of pursuits, because to write is to accept that you understand absolutely nothing at all. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunrise

I walked, In a bit of Insomnia Wandering. I strolled, Half-floated over The ground... The air was crisp, Coating my lungs Frosty with every inhalation, I walked through this Dormant city - This factory of men, In the shadows. I seemed to have travelled A certain distance, But not one to be measured... Sign in to see full entry.

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