Driving into the Storm by EatMourCarpet, literature
Literature
Driving into the Storm
it is 4:48, and there is no horizon.
there is no light,
and there is no sun
today.
There is the blacked-out sky,
looming over our town
like an overlord
upon us.
And we drive
into
the storm.
Despite the pelting
we recieve
despite the threats
the roars
the anger
our overlord thrusts at us
we drive,
still forward.
past the broken down trucks
and the headlights
from the opposite direction
they are all similar,
they are all
escaping.
But we are not heroes
for driving into this beast
we are not soldiers
we are just...
going home.
My home
is located far from us.
It's been atleast ten years past
since someone else sought refuge
in my past
it was this house,
in the rural neighborhood
with my dogs broken cage
(of which I helped create)
and apple trees
littering the backyard
With overgrown weeds.
It is not anything but my childhood.
this house
in which the 7'o clock cartoons
were good
and the Christmas'
had meaning.
And now that I've been severed
from the naive
joyous
and most of all-
happy
side of me,
I ask you, new inhabitants
What's it like to live in my childhood?
For I long to reunite.
Time does not heal
all wounds
our gashes
are left with scars
in rememberance
of our snare.
Time does not heal
all wounds
we cannot heal
from the loss of a loved one
We can remember them in mind
but it is never enough.
Time cannot heal
any wounds at all
you have never had pain
nor a wound
if you have not lost
a friend.
time
can not justify
our sorrow
true wounds.
because,
time only heals
the wounds
that do not matter.
we brush off
the grains of dirt
small parasites
on the newborn
his little heart
hiccups
a fragile shell
and we feel pity
for this poor infant
as being a soul
that never stood
its purpose.
Can you honestly say your living your life? Supposedly "laws" are "The condition of social order and justice created by adherence to such a system: a breakdown of law and CIVILIZED behavior." But have you ever thought...That this "Civilized Behavior" is letting you LIVE life to it's fullest?
I often wonder; how much better and fulfilled lives of the 1900's were. When people seemed to drop out of highschool; struggled finding jobs, but most deffinatly had more FREEDOM and RIGHTS than this time era now. In the 1960's people could go to a bar, get drunk, get into a dirty fight- And not come home for the night. What happens now? You
I never noticed the impact he made on me, my father. He seemed alone. Like noone wanted to be with him, not even me. I admit, he always seemed like he wanted to be near me, like I'm the last thing he could hold onto. So I pushed away. "Chris, I had no idea you liked apple butter! I like it too!" phrases like that would just..push me away. We were magnets, he would draw near- I would negate his action...Maybe I shouldn't have fought to get away as much as I should have...Maybe if I accepted him into my shell, he wouldn't have overdosed. Maybe if I didn't act as though I hated him entirely, he wouldn't have died. This is just an article.
I'm
Grim face,
Hidden under a grey mask.
Unnoticed,
Even when her parents walk by.
She's untouched,
Remaining a virgin,
Something hideous,
That people only tell in ghost stories,
But she still laughs,
She still smiles,
And she'll blush if you look her way,
She hasn't forgotten...
That she's still a person.
Even if everyone else has.
Stop it
Let your troubles leave.
Drown
Dissappear
Run away from life.
Hide
Trip in your shadows...
Fade in your mind...
You're unwanted...
But you're still here...?
Why?
~Because what you say can't overcome me...
Eversince I hurt you, the rains been weeping tears.
And everytime I see you, the rain gets less clear.
If I can't save you now will the rain continue to fall?
Or if you see me drown from Its flood, will it cease a stop at all?
Stop it
Let your troubles leave.
Drown
Dissappear
Run away from life.
Hide
Trip in your shadows...
Fade in your mind...
You're unwanted...
But you're still here...?
Why?
~Because what you say can't overcome me...
Grim face,
Hidden under a grey mask.
Unnoticed,
Even when her parents walk by.
She's untouched,
Remaining a virgin,
Something hideous,
That people only tell in ghost stories,
But she still laughs,
She still smiles,
And she'll blush if you look her way,
She hasn't forgotten...
That she's still a person.
Even if everyone else has.
I never noticed the impact he made on me, my father. He seemed alone. Like noone wanted to be with him, not even me. I admit, he always seemed like he wanted to be near me, like I'm the last thing he could hold onto. So I pushed away. "Chris, I had no idea you liked apple butter! I like it too!" phrases like that would just..push me away. We were magnets, he would draw near- I would negate his action...Maybe I shouldn't have fought to get away as much as I should have...Maybe if I accepted him into my shell, he wouldn't have overdosed. Maybe if I didn't act as though I hated him entirely, he wouldn't have died. This is just an article.
I'm
Can you honestly say your living your life? Supposedly "laws" are "The condition of social order and justice created by adherence to such a system: a breakdown of law and CIVILIZED behavior." But have you ever thought...That this "Civilized Behavior" is letting you LIVE life to it's fullest?
I often wonder; how much better and fulfilled lives of the 1900's were. When people seemed to drop out of highschool; struggled finding jobs, but most deffinatly had more FREEDOM and RIGHTS than this time era now. In the 1960's people could go to a bar, get drunk, get into a dirty fight- And not come home for the night. What happens now? You
we brush off
the grains of dirt
small parasites
on the newborn
his little heart
hiccups
a fragile shell
and we feel pity
for this poor infant
as being a soul
that never stood
its purpose.
Time does not heal
all wounds
our gashes
are left with scars
in rememberance
of our snare.
Time does not heal
all wounds
we cannot heal
from the loss of a loved one
We can remember them in mind
but it is never enough.
Time cannot heal
any wounds at all
you have never had pain
nor a wound
if you have not lost
a friend.
time
can not justify
our sorrow
true wounds.
because,
time only heals
the wounds
that do not matter.
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