Sign Of The Past

Well looky looky, 2 posts in 1 month, go figure.

Well i havent cleared up how i want to do "Eyes Saddest Sight", but what i do have is something kinda on the depressing side.

This is more along the lines of how i felt before i made real friends,,,whever you guys are, thank you

Last In Line/First Forgotten

Never the brightest star
or a sunny summer day
nor a timeless artifact
to be cherished
To be loved forevermore.
An existence to be ignored
to be farther than the last,
to be ignored by all
No place for a thought,
Nor a place for well wishes
Never a silent prayer
Never Once,
Never again.
Not wishing malice
on the ones who turn away,
mine is a curse to keep
never to trade
never to cure.

Hours will turn to days
not a single stray thought
will every acknowlegde my way.
As I float through the fog
I must accept
I am not unique
I am not brilliant
I am not special
I am the last person in line.
The last being behind the rest
never a friend
merely a being
to be spoken to,
but never about.
Not to be acknowledged
Only to be forgotten.
No glory will my name bring,
no loving gestures come my way.
My dill life
my only life
truly a pointless pit of pain.
No high highs
only low lows
Only to be remembered
As the one forever forgotten

Area 51

Well i guess its time i actually do something with this, its been a good while though,,,

So here's the deal, ive had bits and peaces of somewhat something of a "story" for a while now and i figured ide put something like it down on paper. No, its not finished, and ill post the rest of it when it IS finished,,,,but i guess here is Adam's Unfinished Story

YOUR EYES' SADDEST SIGHT

I'm a pathetic being,
a most horrid thing to view
WIth a body sickley and sore
And a mind bent askew.
Betrayed by my peers
i hide from the light
I cannot help but admit
I'm your eyes' saddest sight
Ive abandoned all hope
All dreams and cares taken
I wander before my surrender
In a plance, like my life, forasken
Like all other things
these woods reflect my fate
as i walk down a path
no one bothered to make

I CAN'T GO ON
TAKE ME AWAY
TAKE ME FAR
TAKE MY LIFE
TAKE IT NOW

But as i stand and prepare
To end a life that failed
something untill now unseen
seened to call
Seemed to hale

WHAT COULD THIS BE?
THAT SEEMS TO CALL TO ME?

11:57 AM

After forgetting a book during my insanely dead day at work monday (morning at least) i did the next best thing. I did this one on the back of a sheet of blank school excuses
(dont ask me why i cohse the title)

11:57 AM

Laughing a synical laugh,

Fate mocks ourmoves.

An emotionless twisted being,

he sits on his throne of time.

His existance is obvious

but he remains unseen.

He is the bringer of bedlam.

he is the exicutioner of innocence.

He never lets you rest,

your mind can never slumber.

Fate rips at your soul,

your mind always anxous.

Forrests of follies,

he brought them all to you.

He lauged in yiur face,

always blaming you.

There is no stoppibg,

he carries on his terrable trends.

One can never escape fate.

He will haunt you

He will rule you

He will be you

Something A Little Irregular

This is something COMPLETELY new. Like the last one, this is kind of an experiment. First of all, this is the first thing ive written here that didnt come from my little blue notebook. It will probably make its way in later though.

OK. The idea of this one came from one of those really screwed up dreams that A: You cant remember anything about but you steel feel kinda strange when you wake up. Or B: You remember but you dont know why you felt the way you did. Well here we go

Heartbreak At Dawn

The sun shines.

And the starlight dies.

You open your eyes anew

You cannot remeber the night's dreaming world.

An emotion unknown

A memory forgotten

Like muddy watters you cannot see,

you cannot remeber the moments.

You feel a little lost

You feel somewhat scared

You try to piece the puzzle togeather

An impossable task, for memories black

Only a dream, after the fact.

Is it possable

to fall in love,

with a stranger in a dream?

Does that stranger

Cry and die

Att he end of every nights dream?

A world full of mytery

A world full of magic

Destroyed when the sun beholds its light

Is it wrong to stay?

Is it so hard to ask,

To stay and dream for dreams?

They wait for you

nevery night

As you return to the world you left

Maybe you will see,

See the dream's first love

And mend the morning's heart.

Who takes the dream,

And the memories of events past?

Are they so joyfull that you cannot handle it?

Or do they hurt so much, that your soul cannot bear it?

To Love The Loved

Well i figured i would post this one. I finished writing it not 5 minutes ago. Its really more an experiment more than anything else, my first "free verse" thing, not the stanza stuff i usually do.

Well without further delay i bring you

Too Love The Loved.

To Love The loved

One must stand and watch

one must hold feelings in

causing pain

causing sadness

causing damage

Where does love go

When there is nowhere to go?

Where do feelings reside,

When forced to stay inside?

How is it possable

to hold in such feelings

You must cry without crying

want without wanting

and love without loving

To stand in a river

flowing with emotion

only to fight the current

working againts your own notion

You must stand in a shadow

with invisable thoughts

only speaking to the deaf

and showing to the blind.

COnfessing causes pain,

not to you,,,but to the one

So you keep it in

cause you want her bliss to last

So love

Worry

Want

and wait

all in dabilitating silence

who are you to say

that your feelings are superior

or is it simply

fear,,,

Torn From Innocence

Welcome to the first (and possably only) post of "Passing From Yesterday." I was asked to post something so im gonna do just that, im not sure how much this will be updated (if at all) but just go with it.

This is the first "story" that ive written. Im gonna warn you,,,the ending is kinda bad, il ltry and think of a better one, but here i present "Torn From Innocence"

In a cold dark room

In a cabin away from home

There sits a line little boy

Depressed sad and alone

He is a picture of innocence

A child of hopes and dreams

But his hopes burned to ashes

And his eyes lost their gleams

He sits in a corner

In a dirty old chair

He faces the wall

Fearing to face whats out there

The boy ran to this cabin

An abandoned wood shack

Running from his home

To the woods, frightful and black

He is surrounded by voices

Made by creatures of this place

His sobbing muffled only

By the hands covering his face

His small mind seeks answers

They all begin with “why”

“Why did daddy leave?”

“Why did mommy die?

Few memories of his father

For he was only 3

When his father made the choice

That he was going to flee.

The poor little boy

Knows not why his father runs

His mother never told him,

He solved his woes with guns

His father, a murder

Who fled from all his fear

Still has a place for his son

He holds him close and dear

Now just 4 years later

he bellows a horrable cry

it was, at his feet,

that he watched his mother die

At his home he sat

As he watched his mother sewing

The both felt a chill

Of a cold wind blowing

Suddenly a stranger

Appeared standing in the hall

With 2 men behind him

Dark scary and tall

In a fearce harsh voice

They made their demands

His mother stood brave

Clutching his son’s hands

They threatened to hurt her

And soon she would be dead,

If she was not quiet

And refused what they said

They tore through the home

A small modest place

The mother clutched the boy

Hiding fear from her face

They finished their looting

But still lusted for more

“Give us more money,

Or we’ll kill you you whore”

“I have nothing left

You took every last position”

“I say she’s lying to us,

We should teach her a lesson”

Forced to let go

They pulled her from her son

They began to ravage her

One by one by one
they boy stood in fear

As the med started to beat her

He tried to fight them

But no way a boy could save her

She fell to the floor

With a wound from a knife

“I love you son”

And she lost he grip on life

The men advanced on his

They still wanted more

So the boy began to run

Out the open door

They taunted the boy

Not chasing after

The boy, unaware,

Ran faster and faster

So now he sits

In a cold dark shack

That was once living quarters

Years and years back

He Sits all alone

His sadness ceasing never

When he hears a voice outside

“Son, this is your father

And those men are gone forever…”

It begins,,,

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