chibicandy01's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Only My Silhouette Only my Silhouette By Candice Williams Only a whisper of a silhouette could I see. With fragments of a surreal like quality, Yet, my mind could not portray, How translucent the sketch of it may be. Only the distorted sight could I see. With inspiration lying about readily, Yet, My eyes could see the disarray. Oh, how the end always spoils so drearily. Only the moment, as if frozen, could I see, With time stopped and stretched so forcefully. Yet, My heart could not hide for fear of thawing made it stay. Oh, how numb can my feelings be? When I still pity the tears falling callously? Only the truth, in it’s shadow could I see, With frightened clarity it made a lie out of me so casually. Yet, My soul could still cry out, it’s dismay, Saying, “How lonely I be with the darkness advancing so steadily.” Only the shadow of a silhouette could I see. With everything looming about so terribly. Yet, My ears could still perceive the voice softly whispering,
“How, is but the question, for the answer can only be found within” Only then did I look in me. With realization, all the pain that had been gathering disappeared rapidly, Yet, “My Silhouette . . .” was all that I could say. Thinking, How did life ever get so reminiscently gloomy With the terror and worry overtaking me so effortlessly? Only now I have found what before I could not see, With a real certainty, My silhouette is now plain for the eyes to see, Showing how life is only what I can make it to be. Only the shadow, could have been heard mocking, With laughter following every word that he would have you hear him say, “Reality endures only futility Hoping suffers only uselessly Time stands only wearily And truth lingers only pointlessly. My way will come once more, To destroy all of the life one so greedily adores,” Only, do not fret, Of course it would be sad to end that way, So with the closing of my peculiar rhyming, I will tell you knowingly, That as long as I see, What my silhouette is really, “My reality can be made Better with hoping, Changed with time, And seen for the beauty that only truth can find.” The end This poem is about life. The silhoette you good life ok.. And the shadow is the shitty part that once you to give up.. But the good memories (silhoette) of your life remind you (when u look inside yourself) that life has its ups and downs... That you have to take the bad with the good.. so thats when you say hey I can keep going no more sucide for me.. and then Of course the Shadow has to remind you that your life will still suck a lot sometimes.. But then i felt pity on ya and reminded you that it will always suck but I bet if you really tried you can make it better. just by doing simple things like wishing on a star or something.. All right that was my poet simplelie analysis.. HEHEHE HEEE Laugh ... I think it is funny .. ok well i think this late at night i would laugh at anything,, ok no more entrys i am going to bed nIGHT night.. and dont worry no sucide for me tonight.. well not tonight but ya never know what may come tommorow.. "Its the end of the world as we know and i feel fine" Ps If you havent read my last 3 entrys please do now because they all like go together cause i wrote them all at the same time and kind of put them on right after each other.. SO read them and may be you will catch a glimpse of me.. night - candice 1:11 a.m. - 2002-03-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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