As I sit on the computer I wonder what silence is. Is the absence of sound or is it the meaning of new life. I wonder this topic so very much. How can silence make a change in how I think so will it bring upon new thoughts. I hope to pass this time so very quickly and make a new thing out of this silence. I am not sure what brought me to this silence. Was it the end of life or the passing of time? I pray for just the passing of time but I have a feeling that it is the end of life. My life ended so fast that I don't even remember the end of it. I will sit in this in between till I find what I need to do next. There is no life after death so far and I am unsure of a future here. I am lost in this place. There is nowhere for me to go and nothing for me to do. I walk amongst my old friends but no one notices me here. I am just gone from their lives like I was never there. Why doesn't anyone miss me and why doesn't anyone look for me? Have I never been alive? Was I one with the living at one time? I miss how I was once loved and cared for and now no one cares. I am a ghost left to walk on this world. A ghost that has no point left in its life. I hope to pass the time away and make myself something. There is nothing for a ghost to do but wonder how life can continue on this way. I can only be lost when everyone forgets who I am.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Story - On the Spot #2
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Poem - Walls
Towering over me, staring down on me
Trying to stand up taller
I just keep falling down
I lay here all alone
A wall forming all around
No one to lend me a single hand
There is no way out of here
My head is spinning with the same thoughts
I keep running in the same circles
I am all alone at the bottom
Walls closing in to cut off air
Smaller and smaller I feel
There is nothing but the walls
Looking far off is the sky
To far too see when I can’t touch it
Farther and farther the sky goes
I am still all alone on the ground
No where to run, no where to hide
I lay here and wait
Waiting for the time to come
Waiting for these walls to fall
Trying to stand up taller
I just keep falling down
I lay here all alone
A wall forming all around
No one to lend me a single hand
There is no way out of here
My head is spinning with the same thoughts
I keep running in the same circles
I am all alone at the bottom
Walls closing in to cut off air
Smaller and smaller I feel
There is nothing but the walls
Looking far off is the sky
To far too see when I can’t touch it
Farther and farther the sky goes
I am still all alone on the ground
No where to run, no where to hide
I lay here and wait
Waiting for the time to come
Waiting for these walls to fall
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Comments
I have written more things down but either lost them or am to lazy to post them. If you haven't had a chance please try and read my horror story and tell me what you think. I am still working on the beginning of the story and I think I am going to add an ending from yet again another person's point of view. Keep reading.
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