random things of hte past....
was paroosing some old files on my machine ive not done anything with in many moons and came acrost and old poem i wrote...
Darkness falls over me,
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
Nothing but this hollow feeling
That is overtaking my being.
In the darkness far-reaching,
For somethign to grasp i'm searching.
For something without or above
To give and recieve love?
Where is this darnkness from?
From what abyss does it come?
And why has it chosen me,
So that i cannot be free?
Why in this dark hollow must i dwell?
Why unto me has this befell?
That i must not see a true human,
That cares for their fellow man?
One that cares of others woes,
Rather than be one another's foes.
And as i come to the brink,
I sit, alone, and i think.
Of all the lost hopes and dreams
Hidden behind silent screams.
Frogoten woes make apearance
In this unsetled silence.
Some of old fires,
Choking like briars.
Of things that might have been
Of which many there are kin
No one knows the charade I play
No one comes to where, silently, I lay
In this, this dark hollow
Where burried feelings doth flow
The dark leaves do blow,
Like the falling snow.
For one must know
The darkness that show.
As well as the light
To understand their plight.
And yet i still wonder
As from hence i do wander.
Out from this dark hollow
The path of hope i do follow.
Dunno how good it is or anything but at the time it was written quite deep i guess (shrugs)
Well the "new girl" at work is a major jack of all trade and is interested in alot of the same things i am. Shes kinda fun to talk with. she's some what of a "tomboy" She even knows how to weld and restore cars.
other than that not much left to report....
Darkness falls over me,
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
Nothing but this hollow feeling
That is overtaking my being.
In the darkness far-reaching,
For somethign to grasp i'm searching.
For something without or above
To give and recieve love?
Where is this darnkness from?
From what abyss does it come?
And why has it chosen me,
So that i cannot be free?
Why in this dark hollow must i dwell?
Why unto me has this befell?
That i must not see a true human,
That cares for their fellow man?
One that cares of others woes,
Rather than be one another's foes.
And as i come to the brink,
I sit, alone, and i think.
Of all the lost hopes and dreams
Hidden behind silent screams.
Frogoten woes make apearance
In this unsetled silence.
Some of old fires,
Choking like briars.
Of things that might have been
Of which many there are kin
No one knows the charade I play
No one comes to where, silently, I lay
In this, this dark hollow
Where burried feelings doth flow
The dark leaves do blow,
Like the falling snow.
For one must know
The darkness that show.
As well as the light
To understand their plight.
And yet i still wonder
As from hence i do wander.
Out from this dark hollow
The path of hope i do follow.
Dunno how good it is or anything but at the time it was written quite deep i guess (shrugs)
Well the "new girl" at work is a major jack of all trade and is interested in alot of the same things i am. Shes kinda fun to talk with. she's some what of a "tomboy" She even knows how to weld and restore cars.
other than that not much left to report....