Flying high, traveling far
Playing fast, laughing hard
Another experience, missing
Going to a far off place
Enjoying the summer sun
Swimming with friends
More experiences, missing
Alone without friends
Alone without help
Alone with a quest
More experiences, faced
Finding a friend
Finding a god father
Finding a life line
More experiences, enjoyed
Going to the past, impossible
Reliving childhood, gone
Moving forward, idle
More experiences, obtainable
Someone to look up to me
Someone to follow me
Someone to lead
Experiences, waiting
Experiences
Missing
Gone
Idle
Impossible
Faced
Enjoyed
Waiting
but
Experiences Obtainable
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Experience
Labels:
childhood,
childhood pain,
experiences,
life,
metaphors,
poems,
poetry,
praying,
the missing
Monday, May 21, 2007
My Sword
Searching for my sword, search for my savior
Finding not my sword, but finding my dagger
Piercing my heart, wounding me so young
Chosen by many as the toy, it was my time
Wounded, i walked through life, vulnerable
Wound Healed, a shell, hard and rough
Unwilling to expose the soft core, the bleeding heart
Now watching the innocent, in pain, wounded
I find the sword, the one unable to find before
I break from the shell, soft and easily hurt
I fight for the innocent, i fight for their protection
I am again wounded, but this time, i am not in pain
I feel at peace, guiding others, turning the tide
Others, wounded and healed, bring forth the truth
Protecting me, saving me, loving me
My Sword, not for my protection
My Sword, for their protection
Finding not my sword, but finding my dagger
Piercing my heart, wounding me so young
Chosen by many as the toy, it was my time
Wounded, i walked through life, vulnerable
Wound Healed, a shell, hard and rough
Unwilling to expose the soft core, the bleeding heart
Now watching the innocent, in pain, wounded
I find the sword, the one unable to find before
I break from the shell, soft and easily hurt
I fight for the innocent, i fight for their protection
I am again wounded, but this time, i am not in pain
I feel at peace, guiding others, turning the tide
Others, wounded and healed, bring forth the truth
Protecting me, saving me, loving me
My Sword, not for my protection
My Sword, for their protection
Labels:
childhood,
childhood pain,
metaphors,
poems,
poetry,
the missing
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Destiny
What is destiny?
Is it fate? Is it choice?
Life so simple, not a care in the world
Until one day, in my quest for purpose i stumble upon an egg
Something of value, something of fortune? It hatches!
It becomes a happy part in my life, a joy in a joyless life
Yet, my joy has bloomed into my fight.
A destiny was layed out before me, one i didnt ask for
Planed out by others, expected by many
A burden i am asked to face alone, a burden that i cannot bare alone
Save the world from evil, protect those i love
Yet those around me are hurt, lost for the destiny thrust upon me
Alagaesia awaits my help, yet i cannot help myself
A boy still inside, a man expected by many to be a hero
Legend? Fame? Pride?
I didn't ask for destiny, it was put upon me such as life
I am Eragon, I am alone, I am forced to fight the hordes, but a boy
Is it fate? Is it choice?
Life so simple, not a care in the world
Until one day, in my quest for purpose i stumble upon an egg
Something of value, something of fortune? It hatches!
It becomes a happy part in my life, a joy in a joyless life
Yet, my joy has bloomed into my fight.
A destiny was layed out before me, one i didnt ask for
Planed out by others, expected by many
A burden i am asked to face alone, a burden that i cannot bare alone
Save the world from evil, protect those i love
Yet those around me are hurt, lost for the destiny thrust upon me
Alagaesia awaits my help, yet i cannot help myself
A boy still inside, a man expected by many to be a hero
Legend? Fame? Pride?
I didn't ask for destiny, it was put upon me such as life
I am Eragon, I am alone, I am forced to fight the hordes, but a boy
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Alagaesia
I wake up young, in a simple life
Enjoying the simple pleasures that be
Gathering and playing while doing my chores
Getting some food, my life forever changed
No longer a child, no longer innocent
An image, a fate, thrust upon me
A destiny i didnt want, shoes i cannot fill
Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye
I have to save our people, i have to save the missing
I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death
I have to safe myself, but must sacrifice myself to save the rest
The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood
I understand my purpose, i understand my role
I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow
Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside me
Enjoying the simple pleasures that be
Gathering and playing while doing my chores
Getting some food, my life forever changed
No longer a child, no longer innocent
An image, a fate, thrust upon me
A destiny i didnt want, shoes i cannot fill
Going from 14 to 30, in the blink of an eye
I have to save our people, i have to save the missing
I have to keep an iron mask, i have to fight to the death
I have to safe myself, but must sacrifice myself to save the rest
The world asked for a hero, All i asked for was a childhood
I understand my purpose, i understand my role
I face it head held high, beneath my mask, is a face of sorrow
Over those lost, those missing, and the pain inside me
Labels:
childhood,
childhood pain,
faith,
god,
life,
poems,
poetry,
praying,
the missing
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The Day After Yesturday Part 2
The Day After Yesturday, a day gone too fast
I look now sadly, at the past
Childhood gone, emotionally lost
But now im heading forward at any cost
Mow me down, hit me back
Im not stopping, try and hold me jack
Im standing tall, and looking past
the days that are now, moving fast
I look now sadly, at the past
Childhood gone, emotionally lost
But now im heading forward at any cost
Mow me down, hit me back
Im not stopping, try and hold me jack
Im standing tall, and looking past
the days that are now, moving fast
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Day After Yesturday
Walking blindly through life blissful, walking to its peak
I walk for today, but look back meek
The blindfold lifted, i fall into the pit that lay
Dropping hard, things where they stay
Crying as I step up, looking for tomorrow
Looking back, a childhood i might borrow
Walking in reverse with hopes of a happy past
The Day After Yesturday, A day gone too fast
I walk for today, but look back meek
The blindfold lifted, i fall into the pit that lay
Dropping hard, things where they stay
Crying as I step up, looking for tomorrow
Looking back, a childhood i might borrow
Walking in reverse with hopes of a happy past
The Day After Yesturday, A day gone too fast
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