Shadowed-by-Others

Where art thou? No... Where am I? Eye to Eye   You see this world the same as I I can't comprehend Nor can I set down my pen The dark waves engulf the beach once again It embraces them as an old friend. The light is hidden within the dark. It is hard to find, but you may see a spark. Don't search, for the waves carry it away, But you shall find it again one day. Amongst rhythm and rhyme, I wish you well until next time.                                  -Brook                                       Note: Not my best work, but it has been years so I guess it is a start.

ceaseless thoughts haunt each waking moment each night's dreams always alone when you aren't here more so when you are around talking everyday reserved and distraught with what's left unspoken you walk away carry on with life anguish in your wake

--guess what? there's going to be a party jeff --where at? the last place you'd wanna go.. --not.. McDonalds playplace yep.. -- who's the idiot throwing? take a guess -- a 5 year old? around the corner comes the preps most fair and popular of them all what idiots they are for holding a party at McDonalds

it's no big deal the red as it spreads upon my flesh it's no big deal the voices i hear of memories long past it's no big deal what drove me to a premature end it's no big deal for the end is what this is

everything looks fine and calm as i walk along the path which ends abruptly at a crag i stand at the edge looking down and see a trickle flowing along and a small path to follow down i rest that day, and the next and on the third i start down to see what i can find day by day this is deeper than i thought but i finally reach the bottom looking up i see the pain the earth had born a mirror to my own the trickle at the bottom was the blood of the earth the only tears it shed just like the cuts upon my arms received and intentional picked up on the way down i look back at the top remembering the beauty there and start my c

its the time of the dead the witching hour the middle of the night there's nobody around windblown leaves scurry across the ground the moon on high a pale orb lighting the way a silence pervades the air and a chill settles as the moment draws near there's nobody here they're all asleep while you are here there's a blade in your hand the hilt lost long ago but that doesn't matter you gaze at the iron a dull shine to it what a handsome blade you stay there all night thinking of everything you've done the life that you have led and while the dark begins to fade you spill crimson upon the ground and the grave of your lov

which came first the chicken or the egg? nobody really knows but still the question is asked. is it so people can debate on wether God exists or not? or is there more than meets the eye a deeper longing for reassurance?

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