Gathered Bodies
Feb 11, 2011 16:58:45 GMT -5
Post by Eastern Orange on Feb 11, 2011 16:58:45 GMT -5
Gathered Bodies
I'm the only creature who feels envy,
Shedding cold blood is a habit of mine.
I choke and smother e'ery thing like ivy,
I destroy Heaven and pretend it's fine.
I don't care what I effect, what I kill.
Death follows behind me, I feed him well.
I gather my foe's bodies on a hill,
I send them screaming to the pits of Hell.
I poison the air, blacken the water,
I burn down forests, and trample flowers.
There will always be something to slaughter,
there is nothing I can't devour.
O, who am I, you might be wondering,
I'm man, I have power o'er everything.
Friendship
What if I told you I was moving away? I think you would be sad. The moment I told you, you probably felt a twinge of sadness, and whined at me, like it was my choice. You come and you say goodbye, as I climb into my car. Promises of staying in touch, of meeting half way are trading between us...cliche to say the least. And what is even more cliche is the fact that it never happens.
At first, it seems we will stay friends. But the phone calls become few and far between as you move on, and for my part, I move on as well. You walk the same halls that I left you to. Halls with people you have known probably far longer then you have me, and who you probably like better as well. You go back to them, and leave me behind. But I don't notice as I look at the new possibilities that surround me. I stare at them, and they stare back, me being as new to them, as they are to me. I make new friends, friends that I probably like more then I did you. Friends that I connect with on a greater level. Or maybe not. Friends that are okay, we hang and such. Just like me and you used to do. Just okay friends, never best.A phone call is almost unheard of now, having dwindled to idle facebook chat that doesn't matter at all. Both of us are distracted. I'm making plans to see a movie I would have gone to see with you if we had just kept in touch. You are talking about me to one of your other friends, telling them how you would feel mean if you didn't at least say 'hi' when we were both online. But do I notice our long lags in conversation? no. For as I said before, I'm making plans to see that kick ass movie with my new friend.
Soon it is to the point where I forget completely about you, and you me. And we are just a random name in the list of people online. My name is skipped right over when you see the name of my replacement on the screen. Your name being just some friend I used to have. Just some friend.
And then I tell your replacement that I'm moving. and she whines at me. Like its my fault. We stay in touch for the first week...not even. Old friends take her over, while new possibilities hold my attention. Until the cycle begins again.
I'm the only creature who feels envy,
Shedding cold blood is a habit of mine.
I choke and smother e'ery thing like ivy,
I destroy Heaven and pretend it's fine.
I don't care what I effect, what I kill.
Death follows behind me, I feed him well.
I gather my foe's bodies on a hill,
I send them screaming to the pits of Hell.
I poison the air, blacken the water,
I burn down forests, and trample flowers.
There will always be something to slaughter,
there is nothing I can't devour.
O, who am I, you might be wondering,
I'm man, I have power o'er everything.
Friendship
What if I told you I was moving away? I think you would be sad. The moment I told you, you probably felt a twinge of sadness, and whined at me, like it was my choice. You come and you say goodbye, as I climb into my car. Promises of staying in touch, of meeting half way are trading between us...cliche to say the least. And what is even more cliche is the fact that it never happens.
At first, it seems we will stay friends. But the phone calls become few and far between as you move on, and for my part, I move on as well. You walk the same halls that I left you to. Halls with people you have known probably far longer then you have me, and who you probably like better as well. You go back to them, and leave me behind. But I don't notice as I look at the new possibilities that surround me. I stare at them, and they stare back, me being as new to them, as they are to me. I make new friends, friends that I probably like more then I did you. Friends that I connect with on a greater level. Or maybe not. Friends that are okay, we hang and such. Just like me and you used to do. Just okay friends, never best.A phone call is almost unheard of now, having dwindled to idle facebook chat that doesn't matter at all. Both of us are distracted. I'm making plans to see a movie I would have gone to see with you if we had just kept in touch. You are talking about me to one of your other friends, telling them how you would feel mean if you didn't at least say 'hi' when we were both online. But do I notice our long lags in conversation? no. For as I said before, I'm making plans to see that kick ass movie with my new friend.
Soon it is to the point where I forget completely about you, and you me. And we are just a random name in the list of people online. My name is skipped right over when you see the name of my replacement on the screen. Your name being just some friend I used to have. Just some friend.
And then I tell your replacement that I'm moving. and she whines at me. Like its my fault. We stay in touch for the first week...not even. Old friends take her over, while new possibilities hold my attention. Until the cycle begins again.
