| | Life Made
I sit in a seat
never moving, seeing all, yet unseen,
I am the ghost of times foretold
I know al that will happen, but I cannot chane fate
my sister fate is the one that molds lives
she is the one who kneads the clays and shapes the vessels
the love she puts into each one is a mother's touch
each one of the humans are her own children
she heats all in her stomach which is our furnace
and as the clay darkens and becomes solid
the people learn the hardship and blessings through her tears
each one exists because of her determination for life
and as she looses them upon their own world, a place named earth
where the gardens of Gaia grow
I sit in the corner, watching her produce life
never movine, seeing all, yet unseen.
I hope you guys like this
one. I wrote in class and I have decided to share. Lately life has been
so hectic that I just dont really have tiem to sit and watch life
around me, one of my favorite past times. It is so wondrous just to sit
down and watch another family eating dinner and having a good time. It
makes a contrast to what your own life is like and makes memories of
other lives. I like to look at people and make stories of their lives
and try and guess who they are and what they are meant to be. I just
want to have a good spring break i guess, its just so filled with
homework that it is nto even like I am havign a break, more like
teachign myself for my tests when I get back. Whoot!!! Another point to
try and burn down the school lol just playing, but yea, i hope you all
like this poem, its a bit different, when i wrote it i didnt really
think of what was happening next, it just sort of came out.
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