First off, I'd like to take a moment to say hello. I'm pretty new to GC but i've been browsing around. I really like the artist's corner......anyway. So I wrote most of this while blitzed out of my head, and it is really weird...at least to me anyways. I was hoping for some input/criticism...sorry but its kind of long. Nobody comes here anymore To this desolate husk of a person The ordinary eye can spot it a million miles away The average The ordinary They can see They know how to pursue And to chase And to capture But not how to love. Not truly. They may think they know But not truly. This is the advantage And I’m not afraid. As it comes I know that For better or worse You will still be there… Whoever you are… ----------------------------- Green as the way the road was paved Before the skies were gray The time of day is half past noon Soon it will be in full bloom Be there soon Before you know it’s too good to be true See for yourself This miracle of life The way it becomes The way it was meant The life it leads is what You Can expect to be You Are what you eat You Are what you eat You Are What? You are And then more You will wind up on the living room floor Knowing that you saw Something from the grace of god Knowing that the life Of which you just stole Becomes more you Than even yourself could be ---------------------------- The way that things Are ravished before you Makes for no good way To express the things that you want And the way that they need to be Before the world comes crashing Down Down Down Down You Know that it’s coming We can all feel it in our bones. The way that it hums, The way the floor shakes, The buzzing in your ears. The way that the world moves the bodies, Slowly lowering them upon the floor, As it waits for some solid thing To take them away from this. Back to the way The way things were before The way things shall never be again The innocence of life as a child is far too late It’s far too late The words that once were like a puzzle to me, Are now garbage because they can’t see. They can’t see how they feel The way they make things real is intangible and known by few Known by few They are the colors of middle and gray They spill all day They become clay As they spin all day The wind rushes by And still they lie In statues of stone They work as one And they know no bounds They are not restricted As we are. The way that they can see their food An ever growing supply Indifferent to their surroundings. Does a tree know humans exist? Can it feel presences? Everything is one And one is all the way that the world was before it fell The way it should be Was not happy And it won’t be It can’t happen For this time It is backwards We can’t tell But it’s getting darker The light is fading The way that we all thought It could be Should be Would be Won’t be We will see The atrocity That it can And will Cause ------------------------------- Words come dripping by slowly As you melt to the stairs My eyes become focused Your smile burns As it reaches my head And now I feel as if You knew all along You knew all along In the end In the end What do we know? You knew You knew What do I know? Nothing nothing nothing can compare Nothing nothing but despair All along the roads we march Building things that become Reconstructions of the mind That we pray will stay strong And live for the eternity of our sole existence Of life Of death Of life Again And again Before we know that it Is gone We know how And we know why But we don’t know when You knew all along You knew But didn’t say. ------------------------------- Again sorry for the long post....I've got a lot more of these but these are the ones I was hoping to get some crit on and whatnot...so yeah.