Spend each second carefully
And count the change you're given:
Resist the urge to loose your grip
Nor let yourself be driven.
or
Leap forth into the world,
Explode upon the scene,
Catch fire like summer brush
And shine for all to see.
It's not a game to win or lose
The life you live is yours to choose.
Across the fields they fly,
Fleet shadow wraiths unseen
By stolid human eye.
Yet keener souls divine:
Dogs bark a herald cry
Then cower with a whine.
Foul spirits of the night
Round my lost soul entwine,
All summoned to my plight.
The candle flame burns lean,
Its feeble dying light
Faint hope to stand between.
Splintered shards sit.
You see only my ghost,
Afterimage of when I was whole
While my pieces fall silently.
My hands cradle my head,
Keep the lees of my consciousness
From spilling beyond resurrection.
You see only my painted mask,
This skin that is not my own,
This skin I can never cut deep enough
To release the demons inside.
no mysteries lie
in your ancient dreaming spires—
not since I left you
Why do I go back
Where I'm not wanted?
Why do I speak up
When my words are wrong?
I'm not like you
I'm different
I'm strange
I'm a weirdo
I'm a freak
I'm broken
I'm unwanted
I'm a misfit
I'm unlovable
I'm alone
I deserve this
I'm sorry for existing
I'm sorry I'm not dead
I'm sorry the pills didn't work
Or the knife
I'm sorry I was scared
I'm sorry I couldn't jump
I'm sorry you have to see me
I'm sorry (please stop)
I'm sorry I hurt
I'm sorry I can't stop crying
I'm sorry for apologising
I'm sorry I disturbed your nice life
I'll be gone soon
I'll go quietly
You won't even know
I was here
People ask me, "What do you do?"
And I recite some mundane lines
About the thing that pays my bills
But what I do is not who I am
I am a builder of bridges
I span the yawning gaps
Between words and actions
I connect desires to their objects
I reach out with my heart
And meet yours
Above the river
Of our souls
I sit on high,
People drift like snow
Against the stage,
Covering the silence
With the murmur
Of myriad voices.
Noise swells like the ocean,
Breaks. Exultation!
Cries like a million gulls
Greet the performers.
Excitement rises
Beneath our wings
And we soar!
High as hope, high on love.
I blink away the tears,
Pulled to my feet
By the lure of the music.
Spellbound I sway,
Thought replaced by feeling.
We hold hands, we embrace,
We share the love,
We share the hope.
The music plays us
And we are filled
By its beauty.
This well-trod path, how well is known
What lies beyond its every turn.
How small it feels to legs age-grown,
When once the distance caused concern.
In days of youth it carried knights
To boldly rescue maidens fair
And hosted bright-imagined flights
That thrilled the children playing there.
And yet this world of fun and play
All lay within restricted bounds:
Stout ramparts circled, tall and grey,
To seal the limits of the grounds.
The gate stayed barred although I'd strain,
Pulled by its enigmatic thrall,
The burning question in my brain:
What marvels lay outside the wall?
Patina of ice
Glistens in still air,
Breath fogs, skin tingles.
Scritch-scratch scrape car windows
Cold hands burn,
Sensation returns
With glacial rapidity.
Summer warmth
Mere fragment of dream.
It's said what's for you won't go by
No matter how you run or hide.
The swiftest arrow cannot fly
Beyond the reach of time and tide.
Does life mean less cut short at birth
Than when one lives to ripe old age?
How best to reckon one soul's worth
Would tax the mind of any sage.
Each dawning day might be your last
So why not spend it in good cheer?
And once the final die is cast
Embrace your lot with conscience clear.
Forget about outrunning Fate:
Your life's to live, not sit and wait.
Wyrd biþ ful aræd
Old English, from “The Wanderer”: Fate is totally relentless
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