Poem I wrote for school. I kinda liked it, so here it is:
It is the rhythm of our thoughts,
The melody of consciousness.
It is the electricity of nerves,
It is our soul.
Can you hear it?
It is both noise and music,
The harmony inherent in chaos.
It is right,
It is wrong.
Do you know it?
It is creation,
And it is destruction.
We need it,
And yet we fear it.
Will you accept it?
It is what makes us human,
And it is what makes us animals.
It is our nature.
It is inside us.
Can you feel it?
It is in our hearts,
In our pulses,
In our minds and our spirits.
Our very blood flows with it.
Are you listening?
It is our suffering,
It is our salvation.
It enslaves us,
And it liberates us.
When will we learn?
We live for it,
It lives for us.
If we listened,
It would speak.
Will you let it in?
It is us,
It is them.
It is everything we hope for,
And nothing we wish for.
What will we become?
It is our song,
And it is our scream.
It breathes with us.
It makes us feel.
What is it?
It is who we are.
It is all we know.
It is in me,
It is in you.
It is the voice in all of our heads
 Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind · Thu Oct 02, 2008 @ 08:44pm · 1 Comments |
