Getting Through : Creative Writing
from Beets - Wednesday, July 10, 2002
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Why read minds when eyes tell secrets,
Why read lips when hearts sing songs?
If you hear the midnight whisper,
Know the hour won’t be long.
Sit and speak of sorrows and sadness,
Or keep them in the depths of time.
Always remembering those who listened,
To the bird’s rhythmic rhymes.
We are those who do not listen,
We are those who seek no joy.
And we live our lives for tomorrow,
Ignoring the cry of the hungry boy.
One mind closes as the next one opens,
Another swallowed by the earth’s misshape.
Bodies entangled circling fire,
Is this the fault of ones mistake?
We are us yet individuals,
A colorful cloth to categorize.
We hate that, which controls us,
And yet we serve no compromise.
We hate that which is different,
And condemn that which is not.
We think we love one another,
But love is selfish everyone’s bought.
Is there hope for a tomorrow?
Try to forget yesterday.
Cling to each passing moment,
Our bodies die without delay.