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It's a sad mixture of wondering and worrying. She writes so many beautiful poems, but I think this one's my favorite. Her one on smiling is amazing, and the one on summer is even better - but I think this one tops them all off. I wish I could write like this, girl! =D
Please enjoy this thoughtful piece... hear the silence.
Credit goes to Photographer
"Stop, Turn Around... Hear the silence... I'm speaking.
Your brilliant eyes flash with fire
Your spirit is always fighting
But you're beginning to tire
I can see it in your face, smiling
Your eyes drift in a different direction
Your shoulders are slumped
When they aren't looking, you lose your expression
What's holding you back, my artistic boy?
Your pen strikes the paper, night is nigh
You work your heart and soul
Perfection is all you want, you try and try
Reaching, even though it's all cold
Your ocean of thoughts are hidden behind
Eyes that glimmer in the spotlight
It's obvious that you are trying your best to find
Why you've been blinded by tonight
They don't know, I don't know
But I still see it, somewhere, a quiet crying
Not the kind you put on for show
But inside, you're dying, my stoic, silent writer.
Flash a smile, make a confession
You're front and center, and you don't know why
You feel like this is all misdirection
A grand plot to make you continue living the lie
You know that this isn't the way a righteous man
Acts when given such a gift, but now
You want to keep that place, you continue to stand
Even though you know you should bow
Truth is slapping in your face, yet you turn away
You want to stay in this place
It's like something's taken over you, since that day
Why do you sing with such a solemn face?
You're following; it's all you know to do
Following something broken and wild
You hold onto their example, set before you
Because you're really still a child
Too young, now nothing's gonna hold you
Your impetuous face is sweet
Your smiles are friendly and seem true
But I think inside, you're longing for direction
What should I say now? I don't know
Except that the last time I saw you
I didn't want to think you were that way, so
I thought for a long time about the truth
You always make me laugh,
You always make me smile
But there's something about that
I have to stop and think a while
Why do you always seem cheerful,
Yet behind that face so carefree
I wonder if there's really something woeful
Something you let no one see.
It's all a big mystery, behind each one
But finding the truth isn't difficult
I know you need help and that you can't run
And your lives are filled with tumult
Reaching you...
I want to at least point toward the Light
I need to
And make it, just a little bit, all right."
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