today i realized,
being human was hard,
because do you really know,
what normal humans are?
well we walk everyday,
but what about those of us who can't,
and we eat too,
but don't all animals and plants?
mother nature has created us with tender loving care,
our body a work of art,
of symmetrical structures and emotions we share.
but she called us human,
with no explaniation or reason,
so now i'm wondering why,
should that be considered treason?
and now a new thought has corssed my head,
maybe we're not the only ones,
do animals and plants,
ask themselves why they bloom or run?
i'm almost out of words to say,
so my poem will
Only the Wind Will Know by hollyberrypie, literature
Literature
Only the Wind Will Know
I am dead, gone,
Disappeared from this earth.
My body, broken and tattered,
Lies deep underground,
Resting but not in peace.
My soul, weakened and shattered,
Flees from my grave,
Looking for a reason, something,
To hold on to.
My torture is endless,
My search everlasting.
Who am i?
Why am I here?
How did I die?
Only the wind will know.
The autumn leaves mock me,
And as each leaf drifts to the ground,
I wonder,
What are the experiences I will never know?
What have I done, but will never recall?
Anger.
An anger so wild and scorching it is like a forest fire.
Maddened with rage, you seek revenge,
Redemption.
Febuary 18th,1994,6:00pm:
"Bye mommy!"I cried,flinging myself into her arms。"Come back soon!"Mom smiled。
"Well of course!I'm just going to pick up your father。Besides,we don't want our birthday girl to be lonely,do we?"she laughed, closing the door behind her。
Two hours later:
A bright light flashed across the heavens,bringing a glow into the cloak of darkness that was the cloudy night。I gasped, "look Maryla,it's a shooting star!"Maria had been my nanny since two,and since I always seemed to mix up my
today i realized,
being human was hard,
because do you really know,
what normal humans are?
well we walk everyday,
but what about those of us who can't,
and we eat too,
but don't all animals and plants?
mother nature has created us with tender loving care,
our body a work of art,
of symmetrical structures and emotions we share.
but she called us human,
with no explaniation or reason,
so now i'm wondering why,
should that be considered treason?
and now a new thought has corssed my head,
maybe we're not the only ones,
do animals and plants,
ask themselves why they bloom or run?
i'm almost out of words to say,
so my poem will
Only the Wind Will Know by hollyberrypie, literature
Literature
Only the Wind Will Know
I am dead, gone,
Disappeared from this earth.
My body, broken and tattered,
Lies deep underground,
Resting but not in peace.
My soul, weakened and shattered,
Flees from my grave,
Looking for a reason, something,
To hold on to.
My torture is endless,
My search everlasting.
Who am i?
Why am I here?
How did I die?
Only the wind will know.
The autumn leaves mock me,
And as each leaf drifts to the ground,
I wonder,
What are the experiences I will never know?
What have I done, but will never recall?
Anger.
An anger so wild and scorching it is like a forest fire.
Maddened with rage, you seek revenge,
Redemption.
Febuary 18th,1994,6:00pm:
"Bye mommy!"I cried,flinging myself into her arms。"Come back soon!"Mom smiled。
"Well of course!I'm just going to pick up your father。Besides,we don't want our birthday girl to be lonely,do we?"she laughed, closing the door behind her。
Two hours later:
A bright light flashed across the heavens,bringing a glow into the cloak of darkness that was the cloudy night。I gasped, "look Maryla,it's a shooting star!"Maria had been my nanny since two,and since I always seemed to mix up my
Febuary 18th,1994,6:00pm:
"Bye mommy!"I cried,flinging myself into her arms。"Come back soon!"Mom smiled。
"Well of course!I'm just going to pick up your father。Besides,we don't want our birthday girl to be lonely,do we?"she laughed, closing the door behind her。
Two hours later:
A bright light flashed across the heavens,bringing a glow into the cloak of darkness that was the cloudy night。I gasped, "look Maryla,it's a shooting star!"Maria had been my nanny since two,and since I always seemed to mix up my
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