New poem thingy!!! read it.
I'll give a bunch of cookies to anyone who can figure out what inspired this. Like, guess what my symbol is here.
"How strange is this world
This barren wasted land
Where the tumbleweeds bring us the news
Stories of tragedy, of misfortune told
By these twisted and crumpled branches
Another forgotten 'someone' fading away
As the weed tumbles on
A life blows right by
These branches once alive
Now bleached and dead and dry
Green or orange or brown or red
Now only shades of gray
This November breeze
The crisp cool dead air
Cannot feel the emotions
Cannot ease the pain
Of the hundred forgotten stories
Of the thousand forgotten names
Stepping back from the path
Of another fading life
The mourning of a death
The bragging of a wife
We cannot be bothered
To pay heed to the lives
Of so many strangers
While living, ourselves
And yet oh so faintly
Like a wisp upon the wind
From a small nagging feeling
To curiosity burning
Can I save it?
This simple piece
This history
This crumpled little life?
The loud voices of our friends
Distract us from this mission
To keep this life from blowing away
To share in someone's pain
To remember just one story
One bit of someone's life
To make our own life seem worthwhile
And so tumbles on
The dead and the forgotten
The living, the known
The world blows on by
Leaving us standing
Alone in the road."
cookies precious, cookies.
I posted this in my myspace as well. I really hope a lot of people try and figure it out. I doubt anyone will read it at all, but hey. whatev. I enjoyed writing it.
"How strange is this world
This barren wasted land
Where the tumbleweeds bring us the news
Stories of tragedy, of misfortune told
By these twisted and crumpled branches
Another forgotten 'someone' fading away
As the weed tumbles on
A life blows right by
These branches once alive
Now bleached and dead and dry
Green or orange or brown or red
Now only shades of gray
This November breeze
The crisp cool dead air
Cannot feel the emotions
Cannot ease the pain
Of the hundred forgotten stories
Of the thousand forgotten names
Stepping back from the path
Of another fading life
The mourning of a death
The bragging of a wife
We cannot be bothered
To pay heed to the lives
Of so many strangers
While living, ourselves
And yet oh so faintly
Like a wisp upon the wind
From a small nagging feeling
To curiosity burning
Can I save it?
This simple piece
This history
This crumpled little life?
The loud voices of our friends
Distract us from this mission
To keep this life from blowing away
To share in someone's pain
To remember just one story
One bit of someone's life
To make our own life seem worthwhile
And so tumbles on
The dead and the forgotten
The living, the known
The world blows on by
Leaving us standing
Alone in the road."
cookies precious, cookies.
I posted this in my myspace as well. I really hope a lot of people try and figure it out. I doubt anyone will read it at all, but hey. whatev. I enjoyed writing it.