Category: Writers Block
Well this is something I just kind of wrote one day at work. I was listening to music and felt like I needed to write something to express how I was feeling.
My friend peter that I made a song with I asked him how would he put a song together. But I guess he makes the back ground music before he writes the
Words. So I guess this is out. Smile! Well I hope you like it. It’s just a ruff draft.
Cast your, life in the wind
It can change in a minute
So brace yourself and it will come
Not because I asked for it. But it was fait
It just changed when I wasn’t looking
So close your eyes and look back. And be proud, strong, and just smile
Nothing is better then now,
So don’t let your past poll you back.
I just want to see, in this dark place.
Be my sun, be that hand that guides me out.
It’s you. Only you. Out in the dark
So live your life. Don’t let the dark take you away
In my open and silent eyes, I see
It’s you, only you.
What can I do? In the dark
Fate has put me here. To show you the way, in this darken place
hi everyone, i'll probably put more in here. sense it's my first time i think putting something out here like this. well have a great day. smile!
"In my open and silent eyes..."
this line here is something I can relate to. When I had perfect eyesight, my vision told me many things about the world that, now practically blind, it doesn't have the ability to tell anymore. So it's like my eyes have been silenced, or their main function has been permanently rendered out of service. This is how I've interpreted the line, but I'm not very sure it's what you meant. Like that saying, "a picture is worth a thousand words," I think of sight as a camera filming all the daily events no matter how important or unimportant they are. Now, my natural way of taking in visual information has been replaced with touch, sound, taste... It doesn't matter if I could find a person with all words of every existing language making up his/her vocabulary, they can try to describe what they see, but it'll never be the same as seeing it myself. Only consolation I have, though, is the mental images or memories of the vivid, colorful world I once knew. It's there, but the means to it's existence is destroyed.
But anyway, thanks for posting this, it's a nice poem.
smile! your welcome, all i can say is wow you got what i ment. sense i've been blind for about 6 years and so i know what you mean. well i'm glad you liked it thanks