Rain by PoetryGrrrl

Standing at the edge of time
looking forward
I can’t see far;
looking back,
I see far too much;
looking at the present,
I see myself looking
to the past and the future
and not concentrating enough on NOW.
Nothing will ever get done
if I don’t do it NOW!

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endless, vast
far reaching blue
giver of life
cool breeze at my back
never enough time
to sit here in quiet contemplation
and watch the waves
and enjoy life.
But there is always time to
mindlessly watch TV
(I can’t remember what I watched though)
and to bury myself in endless computer games,
(What do I have to show for it in the end?)
to wait for unreliable people to remember me
(I’m not sure why I even bother)
to daydream and wish I was someone else
(Someone with all of the answers)
I could be all of the things that I dream
if I would just get up and do something

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Have you ever felt the sun
as it beat against your back,
or the gentle summer rain
as it caressed your face?
Have you ever sat in the shade of a tree
on a warm bed of leaves
and just took in nature?
Have you wept in despair
that you would never meet a dryad,
or dance with Bacchus and his wild girls,
or drink in the sweet morning dew with faeries and fauns?
Have you ever really seen a sunset?
Have you climbed the highest mountain,
scaled the tallest wall,
or crawled thirsting through a desert?
And have you felt the sorrow of our loss?
Do you know what it’s like to wake from a dream,
weeping for what you have left behind,
even though it’s only a memory of lost bliss
that you never really knew?
And, have you felt, in your soul,
sorrow which cannot be consoled;
Has your heart ever ached,
eclipsed it’s threshold for pain?
Have you felt fire in yourself,
and have you kindled it in others?
Have you known emptiness,
the lack of these things,
and the blindness it gives birth to?

and do you, then, know me?

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insecurity and strangulation;
self-doubt chokes
ability to share with others, lost
replaced with the feeling
that I am sorely lacking
in all respects.
How do I “become”
good enough and
lose myself in normalcy?
where do you buy confidence?
can I get a bushel please,
and a side order of consistency
I don’t like it
when the world changes
before my eyes
I am afraid to walk, speak
make eye contact,
there is no stability in the universe I live in;
or maybe the world is constant,
and I am ever-changing?

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Love is just another word for pain
it means laughter, and hurt,
and crying in the rain.
It stands for hope, and leads to loss
and it falls for anything.
It causes broke hearts
but also brings you bliss
It makes it worth the suffering
and all the emptiness.
It brings you laughter, tears and joy
it brings a lot of grief
but no matter what it does to you
it always seems too brief.
Is the pleasure of love
really worth all of the sorrow it brings?

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.