Endearingly the sounds of the night call to me sweet words caressing my mind, taking away my troubles and cleansing my soul. Lovely the night seems to be. How can such beauty be so misunderstood? They say that the night is a horrible place. Humans chase the dark beauty away with light, thinking and deluding themselves into believing that the night's beauty, grace, elegance, and sweetness is horrifying. If only they would learn to see it, to hear the call of the night, to feel the pure exhilteration that it gives to those who know how to not shove it away...
 
The lonlieness in my breast seems to wheigh more and more each day. I try to heft by burden and each time it comes closer to spilling all about the path on the journy that I must take. I feel it slipping from my grasp, and if it falls, all will be lost. And I cannot share this burden, for this is something to be dealt with alone. My horrible secret is so close to making me fall, to have me slip along the path when others are near, to spill itself out into the world so that others will turn away, or try to help, or just ignore me for the rest of my life, and I cannot let that happen. But how will I save myself from such a fate?
 
Ten thousand years and I shatter. All the shards of me after all these years, and I still am here. I wait for your call, and here I am, here in this dark cold stillness. I lay here among shards of myself, and cry out. I long to hold you again. I am no longer shards, but a whole being, unbroken and strong. I look back at myself and see what I was. Shattered pieces of a mirror, showing the world what they wish to see. Now I am my own self. No more mirrors, but now a mask which I hide behind to guard my secret.
 
It seems as though so much of any plan that I see or know has some flaw. Or perhaps I am the flaw. Whatever the case, I cannot look at anything without seeing it's inevitable destruction. It horrifies me, and intregues me as well. Why is it some of the most monsterous things are interesting? Is it because we as people cannot concieve of it, or we simply do not see what is from day to day? I haven't the slightest in ideas. Monstrocity or no, impending doom will befall all. If only you could see...
 
Darkness, is a wonderful thing, and people all the time push it away with nothingness, senseless, pointless violence, sex drugs, lies... Cruel evil people who destroy so much when true peace, and fufillment is so near, if only they stopped to look around and see what really is.... The truth is so close, and yet people wrap themselves up and tuck themselves away so that they do not see, and search for such peace through blindfolds and they will never find it....
 
The highest mountains are the one that may kill us, so why chase them? Touch the sky in your dreams. Or climb a low mountain, feel it's lovely breezes, watch the rolling hills, the grassy plains, stay safely near the sky and ground, reach up and touch the sky, but stop just before the silken material touches your fingertips, look at the clouds, kiss the sweet milk of the moon, and live on in a dream...
 
   

 


 
 
sandyquill on
Re: Random Philosophical Poems of Mine
Welcome to MindSay!  Great screen name and lovely first entry.
philosopher14 on
Re: Random Philosophical Poems of Mine
Thanks. I wrote those about two or three years ago.
lebedev on
Re: Random Philosophical Poems of Mine
holy fuck i cannot believe you are 14...  your intuition must provide what your experience lacks...  but don't let your intuition go unexamined, and don't let your pride (at being smarter than most anyone) affect your decisions and feelings...  and don't be in a hurry to "grow up" (don't know why i'm feeling the need to give such a one such advice, but hey, it's free, so take it or leave it)...  as you might have surmised, adulthood does not denote any level of comprehensive comprehension...  it's all an intricate ruse, so don't tumble headlong into it...  a little meditation and critical/objective thinking at your age would be a good investment for your future state of mind...  question everything...  but of course you probably know all the bollocks i just told you, and so the best advice i could give you would be to keep on keeping on...  do your thing 
philosopher14 on
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Thanks. I don't know how many times I've been told that, but don't worry, just because I'm a slight adult doesn't mean I'm not a kid as well. I could go on and on about this huge sob-story about how I really had no chance at childhood because I had to be a Mother before myself, but I won't. It's too boring to even bother reading. But thanks for the advice, and I'll try not growing any faster then I should.... Although it may be a little too late in some cases...

 
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