Short Stories/ Poems ect.

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by redlebontheweb, Dec 15, 2010.

  1. Just though id share a short story thing i came up with one night ... :smoke:


    Like the flow of life,
    Time comes and goes,
    Not stopping to say hello,
    Just keeps on coming and going,
    A boy asked "where are you going Mr. Time?"
    "To another space" replied Mr. Time,
    Again the boy questioned "but what will become of this space with no time?"
    Mr. Time replied "time is within; if u believe I will never leave you."
    Where are we now?
    Where have we been?
    I am nowhere,
    I have been nowhere,
    I am now,
    I have been,
    But no more, no more shall I ponder on these pondering thoughts!
    “NO!” I cried,” Where is that Questioning boy?”
    A voice replied from my soul: ”but you are that boy”
    No! I will not believe. I cannot believe! I saw that boy I know that boy, how can I be that boy?
    The voice fell silent and never whispered a hint,
    Wind is cooling,
    Wind is moving,
    But why?
    Why?
    It was for when, or who, or what that wind came to be?
    Is wind, wind?
    Or just another pondering concept, made to make me think?
    Where is the box?
    If I don't know where it is, can I think outside the box?
    One must be thinking inside the box to realize when he is thinking outside of the box,
    The box, the box,
    So many possibilities,
    Imagination shows me that it will be a plain brown box,
    Like the boxes I have grown to love,
    I once was a floater,
    I floated through life,
    The world was perfect.
    And then I just stopped.
    I don't know why, how or even when.
    Maybe it was when I lost time,
    I dream of the day when I will be at one with the natural order of the order,
    But then I realize, I will never be at one,
    To be at one I must in fact be one,
    And I am far from one,
    Not quite 2 but 2 still is a possibility,
    I see fragments of myself,
    Little pieces of glitter floating peacefully in front of me,
    Maybe once all the glitter has settled and have been forgotten I will be one,
    Not looking at the glitter, but being the glitter,
    The still glitter lying on the earth,
    Not a care,
    Grass is grown from this glitter,
    But why?..... I still do not want to ponder,
    As pondering causes unoneness,
    And may cause me to become greater that one again.
    I wonder what people want from their life,
    I never felt such desire for worldly things,
    I'd rather be nothing, than a something I didn't like,
    But I'm not sure if I like the nothing I have become,
    Is it possible, I was always a nothing?
    And something is something I've never experienced?
    Once one has become one, a desire has been achieved,
    Does this make existence pointless?
    Is an existence without desire worth anything?
    Ask your friend Mr. Gazelle,
    He is part of nature and there for knows about all things to do with nature,
    From the moon to the caves,
    And no one ever talks to him,
    He has a nice life,
    Or did he have a nice life,
    What about Mr. Gazelle, living in constant fear!
    Fear that his world will be gone when he awakes!
    He may not know what the future holds for his children!
    Their only small now, but one day they will know the truth!
    That everything is going to end……
    And who knows when,
    No wants to be ended….
    But one must take rest in the blankets of the sun and look back only once,
    As one is all that is needed



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  2. If any one has some stories or anything feel free to share and add peace xx
     

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