I connect this personally with my fears of growing up,death, and eventually being forgotten and labeled as a "nothing". Partially inspired by just thinking and by Daft Punk's songs Touch,Instant Crush, and Within.
My patience
is a vast sea
contemplating comprehension
where it later drains
into the abyss
where I sulk and wonder
if there is ever something more
because
I hate the weekdays
I hate the mornings
I hate days where
I don't see everyone
I want
and that's why me and
these things aren't
friends in the slightest
but we dwell on each other
anyways
even though I'd rather not.
It's always the same,
do this, do that
hangout and part ways
or the occasional gazing up
at the night
my life is so repetitive
that with all its
fancy gadgets and mysteries
I still walk away
done with it,
but I don't want it
to end in the slightest
because when the real world
hits me,
I'll have no excuses or defense,
because as child I can't do
later what I want to do now
and it saddens me bitterly
that one day my worlds
will meld into each other
and collide
like starstruck lovers on
a bloody canvas of hopes
and forgotten dreams,
a bloody canvas that I
don't want and couldn't see,
a bloody canvas that I
personally run from
because when I think about it
I weep to no avail and no end
because growing up means
that sooner or later
I will fade
because our lives are finite
in the infinite big picture
of the cosmos
where we are specks compared to stars
I'd give up anything
If it meant that everyone
would never age or die
but of my bitter sadness as for now
I remain in thought of sorrows
that I am starstruck
that among the cosmos
our bitter sweet lives
are mere play things
that carry on and fade away
as everything else advances
Oh woe is me
no,
woe is us
upon this earth
starstruck and confounded
that philosophically,
from the eyes of this child
that when thought of
we remain nothing
but still a something
against the starstruck canvas of the cosmos
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
