Too afraid to see within
and if it is what lies within themselves that they fear
who can imagine their fear of my realm?
fire mated with ice
shards and stones
charred bones
and fledgeling trees growing in between
Volcanoes erupt and flowers bloom
perceptions are changed and values doomed
And there i stand, eye of the storm
eyes alight, sighs forlorn
the battles within are fought without
ignorance reigns, in the absence of doubt
forsaking answers, refusing to question
joy abound, neglected depression
refusing to look for what you may see within
so i look instead and admire my prison
darkly withheld, blindingly enlightened
in an egotistic realm, it's courageous to be frightened
And i admire and express the beauty i see inside
apparent to sensation it is, and easy to confide
motlen lava, lush green trees
apparent they are, if u only bother to see
so bespeak i do
the reality that i see
since you are too blind
to behold the beauty within me
Scattered
5 months ago
4 of them wept:
Mine's too random! lol
somehow i try to apply everything you write abt to myself since i dont know anything other than my world these days
hehe so near the end its abt you
otherwise its all me!
*pout*
whats it about?
Hmm well, true. But then again, I like things to be organized. Also when I write, the drawback is that I switch from thought to thought in my writing and it becomes too random. End result is that the relatively organized pieces of my writing, different people interpret in different ways.
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