I am old
And my life is gone,
Wrecked by the very ships that once bore it
Across the seas of
Infinite Possibility.
I am old
And my life is dead,
Buried one thousand feet deep
Beneath the weight of memory.
Sometimes, when I sit outside
And watch Omega tiptoe across the garden
I see again my ship
Stark against the azure sky
Her sails filled with the rustling winds of
A thousand dreams.
I am old
And my sight is failing me.
They were two once,
A smudge of grey and a smudge of red,
But when lightning came and stripped my ship
Of all that gave it strength to sail,
Alpha ran away.
I am old
And my life is gone,
Buried beneat
No one understands,
They think I want to die
When I roll down my sleeves
And dead-eyed, shuffle
Through endless dark corridors
Aware of a light
That is absent.
They think it's the stress
That makes my mind
Echo
A vast, empty cavern
Of nothingness.
No one understands
The loss of control,
The dead leaden weight
Of hopelessness.
But I want to live,
I must, I must live
And control the pain
That tears at my insides,
A savage caged beast
Softly biting.
Control what I can,
Craft a channel – a focus
Splash of red
On infinite grey.
The slow ebb of blood
Rhythmic,
Calming.
Relief.
Across, and again
And across.
Painful
Be still
And watch with breathless wonder
the empty
crooning,
long dead depths
of
darkness.
Upon the last
of love's impressive sighs
silence
Be still
Hear not the muffled tread
of
footsteps,
wending soft across the snowy grounds
of life.
Lie still within
the empty void
of
music
stained by broken love
A cruel bruised heart
Aware.
Resigned.
And so, life
trickles
into
silence
It happened one night
A long time ago
While the whole world slept,
Unaware,
That by the glory of God,
Heaven came down to earth,
And the way twixt them
Was laid bare.
On that still, holy night,
In a small, starlit town,
A young woman was carried,
A stranger.
A woman of grace,
With a pure heart of love,
Who gave birth to a babe
In a manger.
On that wondrous night,
The world slept on
As the world sleeps now,
Unaware
That the greatest miracle of all,
Came to pass as they slept,
When a baby's cry rang
In the air.
All through the streets,
The Christmas lights shine
As once the stars sang
In the sky,
While the angels dan
We never got to say goodbye by SophieNS, literature
Literature
We never got to say goodbye
We never got to say goodbye,
To speak the last and fondest word of all.
We never got to wish you luck
And tell you what we felt,
And why we laughed
And how we dreamed.
We never, in the surge of daily life
Imagined
How, or why, or when.
And when it came,
Without a single word of warning,
We never got to say goodbye.
We never got to say goodbye,
To laugh and cry and smile
And hold your hand.
We never got to, one last time,
Remember all the things we'd done and said.
We never, ever knew,
We couldn't know, we didn't
Know how, or why, or when.
And when it came,
We realised, too late to wonder,
That we never got to say goodby
There's a pain in my head,
A sharp, angry burning,
That pricks at my eyes
And writhes
Like a poisonous snake
In my being.
Tearing. Consuming.
And the wind in my ears
Is a clubbed devil
Moaning. Beating me senseless.
Blind.
I can't see
I can't stand
I can't breathe.
And with each angry heartbeat
My mind is whirling through darkness.
Unending.
It happened so quickly,
My world wrenched from under me,
A blast and a creak,
And the wood flew around me.
Splintering. Shattering.
Shards in my hands and my face and my neck.
Blood flowing freely
With rain,
And with sparks,
And with wind.
My loves are all hidden,
Dead now
There's a pain in my head,
A sharp, angry burning,
That pricks at my eyes
And writhes
Like a poisonous snake
In my being.
Tearing. Consuming.
And the wind in my ears
Is a clubbed devil
Moaning. Beating me senseless.
Blind.
I can't see
I can't stand
I can't breathe.
And with each angry heartbeat
My mind is whirling through darkness.
Unending.
It happened so quickly,
My world wrenched from under me,
A blast and a creak,
And the wood flew around me.
Splintering. Shattering.
Shards in my hands and my face and my neck.
Blood flowing freely
With rain,
And with sparks,
And with wind.
My loves are all hidden,
Dead now
We never got to say goodbye by SophieNS, literature
Literature
We never got to say goodbye
We never got to say goodbye,
To speak the last and fondest word of all.
We never got to wish you luck
And tell you what we felt,
And why we laughed
And how we dreamed.
We never, in the surge of daily life
Imagined
How, or why, or when.
And when it came,
Without a single word of warning,
We never got to say goodbye.
We never got to say goodbye,
To laugh and cry and smile
And hold your hand.
We never got to, one last time,
Remember all the things we'd done and said.
We never, ever knew,
We couldn't know, we didn't
Know how, or why, or when.
And when it came,
We realised, too late to wonder,
That we never got to say goodby
It happened one night
A long time ago
While the whole world slept,
Unaware,
That by the glory of God,
Heaven came down to earth,
And the way twixt them
Was laid bare.
On that still, holy night,
In a small, starlit town,
A young woman was carried,
A stranger.
A woman of grace,
With a pure heart of love,
Who gave birth to a babe
In a manger.
On that wondrous night,
The world slept on
As the world sleeps now,
Unaware
That the greatest miracle of all,
Came to pass as they slept,
When a baby's cry rang
In the air.
All through the streets,
The Christmas lights shine
As once the stars sang
In the sky,
While the angels dan
Be still
And watch with breathless wonder
the empty
crooning,
long dead depths
of
darkness.
Upon the last
of love's impressive sighs
silence
Be still
Hear not the muffled tread
of
footsteps,
wending soft across the snowy grounds
of life.
Lie still within
the empty void
of
music
stained by broken love
A cruel bruised heart
Aware.
Resigned.
And so, life
trickles
into
silence
No one understands,
They think I want to die
When I roll down my sleeves
And dead-eyed, shuffle
Through endless dark corridors
Aware of a light
That is absent.
They think it's the stress
That makes my mind
Echo
A vast, empty cavern
Of nothingness.
No one understands
The loss of control,
The dead leaden weight
Of hopelessness.
But I want to live,
I must, I must live
And control the pain
That tears at my insides,
A savage caged beast
Softly biting.
Control what I can,
Craft a channel – a focus
Splash of red
On infinite grey.
The slow ebb of blood
Rhythmic,
Calming.
Relief.
Across, and again
And across.
Painful
I am old
And my life is gone,
Wrecked by the very ships that once bore it
Across the seas of
Infinite Possibility.
I am old
And my life is dead,
Buried one thousand feet deep
Beneath the weight of memory.
Sometimes, when I sit outside
And watch Omega tiptoe across the garden
I see again my ship
Stark against the azure sky
Her sails filled with the rustling winds of
A thousand dreams.
I am old
And my sight is failing me.
They were two once,
A smudge of grey and a smudge of red,
But when lightning came and stripped my ship
Of all that gave it strength to sail,
Alpha ran away.
I am old
And my life is gone,
Buried beneat
Current Residence: UK Favourite genre of music: Ditto. Favourite style of art: EVERYTHING MP3 player of choice: Possibly Ipod nano, but I don't have the choice. Skin of choice: Um, skin type? Favourite cartoon character: At the moment, it's Curious George Personal Quote: Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens
Favourite Visual Artist
Music, Chopin. Literature, Dickens. Art, many.
Favourite Movies
Not sure - there are many. Includes definitely The Shawshank Redemption
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Like everything and everyone. Apart from rap. R and B not so good for dancing.
Favourite Writers
Blake, Shelley, Kipling, Shakespeare
Favourite Games
Cluedo or Mah Jong
Tools of the Trade
Piano. Pencils.
Other Interests
Music, history, ballroom dancing, tennis, skating, horse riding, skiing... the list goes on.
I don't like exams. J'ai decide. But until my last exam, which is the 25th June, I don't think I'm going to be around much. Well, around, just not on DA... much... not to comment anyway, just to check messages, deviations, etc, I've deleted msn, and... yeah... isolation sounds good. :D It's about ten weeks... feels like aaggeeeeesss but I'm sure it will go really quickly. Hope you have a lovely spring/half term at school/whatever else you may be getting up to... revision is on the cards. Revision and concerts - I think I have three or four in just under two weeks... again... it always happens like this... but then nothing... exams... and SUMM
These last few days have been possibly the most stressful of my life!!! I'm meant to be working, but I can't, because my little brother is bouncing around the house with a fractured skull, completely unaware that he has ten centimetres of stitches in his head. He cracked his head down to his eye socket on Sunday and we were told he should have died, and you'd have thought after going into theatre, he'd calm down a bit... but nooooo! The already hyperactive two year old has become EVEN MORE HYPER!!! Gah.
We've put pipe foam around all the door handles, because he charges into them, and around the sharp edges AND I spent an hour playing with h
It's the last day of school... thank goodness. I've never really really really not wanted to go to school before, so this week has been a bit of a novel experience. =P
Time for exams and revision and everything else that goes with it - like no exercise and buckets of stress. And I rediscovered my book last night... which was an incredibly bad idea because I'm now not going to be able to leave it alone. Ah well. I suppose it gives me something constructive to do in my free time. I was toying with the idea of posting bits of it on here... but then I thought, if I'm getting it published, is there really any point? It sort of undermines it. Ahhh
hahahahha yes it is me. decided being 'hidden' was a funny idea hahahaha. hope ur exams are going as well as u'd want them to Sophus...and what are you DOING HERE? GO BACK TO WORK.
I'll miss you too, no worries on that. But be warned....I will come and visit you there... so don't try to hide from me!