fire child
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 30, 2003
- Posts
- 143
Sitting in a quiet corner, alone but not quite so, picking fights with Shadows, Cobwebs, and their little friend--Dust Mite, I fuss and say 'you have no right!' And all I get is strife. 'Don't clutter up my chaos;' of them I do beg aloud, and yet Spiders and rings of Mold join in and do Bitterness proud, they spout it in their every spore--they scream it's name in joy, all of them becoming a foe, as I, feeling like a toy, am in my quiet corner, alone, but not quite so...
There's a sense of belonging on this road out to
nowhere. There's this ever growing sense of wonder
and bafflement as I sit and stare at the skies and
the clouds, all with this eerie look of stone.
Never changing, never growing, never even looking
back down at the ground that has us so confused and
instantly in love. The green, the flowers, the
crimson red colored lady bugs that fly about and
land on fingers to sighs and oooohhhss and awes. I
can not join in the journey of everyday life, I can
not be more than I simply am. I choose my path, I
chose my future. Together walk this road with me
and we shall find this place of glitter and anger
drift away and bring us closer to where we think we
need to be. Reality is so cold, so biting, so
angry, and I throw feathers of vived blue and gold
into the flames like a hungry owl catching field
mice in her clutches. Tomorrow, the sun shall rise
without warning, and I shall have no control over
it, and then, without failing to let me
know once again of it 's choice for my life, it
shall set and not let me know where it's going or
what it's doing.
I have been called Friend, Lover, Liar, Smiler,
Joy, and Death. I have been alone, yet not quite
lonely. I have been honest, but not smart, I have
trusted the wrong people. I have stolen kisses
from the wrong lips, and been touched by hands
stained in filth of false bravado. Hands
trembling in laughter at my silent acceptance of
the defilement of my soul. I have been promised
a castle and got gravel in my shoes instead. I
have been beaten, put down, tortured, restrained
to the point of slavery. I have been bruised,
hungry, cold, and left to lie. I have heard
squave words, soft, caressing, filled with hope
and promise and not real love but lust. I denied
myself and those around the pleasure of knowing
who I really am.. Off to find myself now.
brace yourself, here I come! I want
a new start, new faces, new joys, a fragrant
place of warmth and sunlight and water with
lilies. I want to meet someone with stars in
their eyes and a swagger of pure self honor. I
want to be held in truth, and passion, and peace.
I want help, I am lost, and have misplaced me. I
don't care who you are, or if you even know, I
just need a hand, a light, and with you, I'll
go. Love
Always,
Fire child
There's a sense of belonging on this road out to
nowhere. There's this ever growing sense of wonder
and bafflement as I sit and stare at the skies and
the clouds, all with this eerie look of stone.
Never changing, never growing, never even looking
back down at the ground that has us so confused and
instantly in love. The green, the flowers, the
crimson red colored lady bugs that fly about and
land on fingers to sighs and oooohhhss and awes. I
can not join in the journey of everyday life, I can
not be more than I simply am. I choose my path, I
chose my future. Together walk this road with me
and we shall find this place of glitter and anger
drift away and bring us closer to where we think we
need to be. Reality is so cold, so biting, so
angry, and I throw feathers of vived blue and gold
into the flames like a hungry owl catching field
mice in her clutches. Tomorrow, the sun shall rise
without warning, and I shall have no control over
it, and then, without failing to let me
know once again of it 's choice for my life, it
shall set and not let me know where it's going or
what it's doing.
I have been called Friend, Lover, Liar, Smiler,
Joy, and Death. I have been alone, yet not quite
lonely. I have been honest, but not smart, I have
trusted the wrong people. I have stolen kisses
from the wrong lips, and been touched by hands
stained in filth of false bravado. Hands
trembling in laughter at my silent acceptance of
the defilement of my soul. I have been promised
a castle and got gravel in my shoes instead. I
have been beaten, put down, tortured, restrained
to the point of slavery. I have been bruised,
hungry, cold, and left to lie. I have heard
squave words, soft, caressing, filled with hope
and promise and not real love but lust. I denied
myself and those around the pleasure of knowing
who I really am.. Off to find myself now.
brace yourself, here I come! I want
a new start, new faces, new joys, a fragrant
place of warmth and sunlight and water with
lilies. I want to meet someone with stars in
their eyes and a swagger of pure self honor. I
want to be held in truth, and passion, and peace.
I want help, I am lost, and have misplaced me. I
don't care who you are, or if you even know, I
just need a hand, a light, and with you, I'll
go. Love
Always,
Fire child
