freefall_

Status: this is my poetry account.
Joined: April 8, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 356191
Location: hurtling towards humanity
Gender: F
We're all a little messed up inside our heads.

               



       

 

Quotes by freefall_

I look at you
with eyes of a thousand years.
with eyes that have seen
a ship's voyage
a buried cargo
a sailor's secrets
not just one, but many.

you look at me
with eyes of a thousand stories.
a mother's cry
a father's revenge
a child's sacrifice.
not just one, but many.

still, we plod on.
still, we are strong. 
but what else is there to be?

 
The world is nice from a spectator's view
in the way you might peer in the glass of an aquarium.

could we be compared to fish in a fish tank? 
the thought is ludicrous. 
we are humans, we have the world clutched in our fist.

but there are some things
beyond our control.

 
isn't it peculiar? I do not continue
because there are so many peculiar things in the world.
why is that we have so much figured out about ourselves,
how we can analyze our anatomy down to the last molecule,
but we don't really know much about anything at all?
I am just a young poet, lost in this world
without any purpose but to question my existence.
and quite frankly, many people have ideas about the purpose of life,
but no one is really sure which one is right.
I know my purpose, I think. But do you know yours? Do we know ours?
I don't know, I just don't know! What is life but to sit at your computer,
slaving away, dreaming up your reality when it could be sitting right in front of you?
What is life but to ponder, to try to comprehend? No one has the answers, no one knows the facts!
We can only guess, we can only use the word of mouth, and is that good enough for some?
We believe, we dream, we take no action. What do we do now? We are utterly trapped
in a tiny sphere of existence, with no way to know for sure what lies beyond. 
I believe what I believe to be true, and I believe it to be honest and good. 
I exist separately from the world, as do you. As does everyone.
We can become firefighters or doctors or carpenters, thinking this, surely this, is the purpose of my life.
Is it, though? I can't even begin to muster the courage to do much of anything,
and perhaps we as humans are meant to simply...live. Maybe we were never meant
to wonder about the paranormal, to doubt our very existence, but of course we do anyway.
Maybe we tend to overthink a bit, when all He wanted us to do was live.
what do you say
when there is nothing to say?
when you know there should be something there,
but only find a void of emptiness
when you grasp for a word or two.
what do you do, when you are so tangled up
that you simply can't sort it out?
when you're not sure if there is nothing at all,
or so much that you can't possibly understand it.

we were handed
a sheet of paper
and told to protect it
but do with it what we pleased.
some of us worked feverishly
but the others had plans
of their own.
they said, "Cast it to the ground,
and let us trod upon it."
"No", said the others,
"Let us perfect it,
let us shape it to our desires
and change the things
we do not like".
And much did they quarrel,
ripping of bits and pieces
trying to create
what they thought was
best for themselves.
and oh, did they quarrel
until the once perfect sheet
had been maimed and mangled
and ripped apart by its caretakers.
who thought, once upon a time,
that that perfect sheet of paper
was simply not enough.
If you write poetry on your profile, tell me and I'll follow you
sway, sway, little tree
stay strong against the wind.
you musn't ever break
even though you'll start to bend.
I reached into the empty sky
and plucked out a star.
I could search for the planets
but they're much too far. 
standing here below
I dare to glance above
but the atmosphere is cloudy
I fear I've had enough.
my gaze is fixed upon the ground,
and I have no desire to see
anything I will become
or what I'll ever be.  
greatness come in small portions
and brilliance comes first
to the well thought out mind.
and yet we are unable to achieve
what we would like to believe
that we completely understand.
my mind is full of questions
I have yet to answer.
and many times, I think
I must reconsider my entire existence
but my mind does not have the capacity. 
I could lie down forever
and pretend to know the universe,
but I would only be scratching the surface.

 

the shadows run
when we turn their way.
when we reach out,
the reflected light
dances below our fingers.
we are encircled with joy
and our eyes shine.
we fall back, with laughter
onto the lonely surf
and it welcomes us 
with open arms.