The thoughts of MythE
On this page you will find the collected works of poetry I have writen over the years. Some of then are completely unconnected to what was going on in my head of life at the time others are.
I have in mind,
So many things.
Love and war,
Peace and hate.
I have but one belief,
That we are bringers of death,
To all and then ourselves.
To what end do we compare,
For we have brought it ever near.
I have killed for revenge and duty,
They have killed for pure supremacy.
The waves of war forever rage,
And never return to whence they came.
The trait of history is to repeat,
Famine, war, plague and hate.
When will it end?
Who shall we obliterate?
In natures beauty,
There are wondrous things.
From the sunset on a still lake,
To the flight of majestic birds,
In the moonlight.
Yet there are horrors,
All though not begotten by nature,
There design is inspired by it.
There beauty is not in their tranquil nature,
Or in their warming song,
But in their art of war and desolation.
Mankind has always been driven to violence,
That is our nature.
As long as our race exists,
There will always be the lust for power and blood,
All we can do is pray that it never comes our way.
The best thing in life is love,
Without love we cannot live.
Why do we kill because we love!
Why do we love because we don’t hate!
Violence is begotten by hate,
Thus war is begotten by hate.
Why do we love because we hate.
Everyday I wage war,
On English, the Scientific,
On the Artistic and the Accountants.
I protect my juniors,
Tolerate my seniors,
Reprimand the undisciplined,
Persecute the heretic.
That is my job as a commissar,
To strength the weak,
Inspire the unachieved,
To control the unruly.
This is the routine of school.
The soul expresses itself in many ways.
When you dance that’s your soul,
When you sing that’s the soul,
When you dream that’s the…
But what about the heart?
When does it express itself?
Is it when you dance?
Is it when you sing?
Is it even when you love?
How does it express itself?
The world around me roles with thunder,
While I sit here in my clarity,
I think of the girl, who has been there for me,
The angel who has delivered me from this world of misery,
To a world of happiness.
My princess who I been here too protect,
I think of her now & wonder what she will think,
How she will act or even what she will do when she hears the news.
I think of her now too bringing me once again,
Too take me from this world to happiness one last time.
My body starts to numb & slump to one side.
I can’t feel the cold of the mud or water against my face.
I see feet moving past me as if in slow motion,
Everything is going now the numbness, the pain, everything,
Even the memory’s of my girl waiting for me.
The only thing that remains is the darkness of time & unending time.
Everything becomes distant everything still,
My heart is slowly pounding my mind is like a landfill,
Full of thoughts of what might happen what we might say,
I love you baby, I want you to stay,
I’ll hate you forever; leave me alone from this day.
All the different things that we may say,
All things on my mind,
O god I’ve started to prey.
Sitting here on the bus wondering if I have, or if I’ve not,
Thinking of all the times we’ve had, all the times we’ve not,
Thinking of what it means to me just having you close to me,
My heart is pounding but then again it soon may not,
It’s all depending on what you say, if I’m yours from this day,
Together we might grow old & grey,
Spending our lives together from this day,
Have our happiness & possible sometimes not,
This all might happen & then again maybe not.
As I sit here listen too the clinging clanging of knife & fork, plate & cup.
Snatching bits of the chit chatter going on around me. Yet I feel detached.
I stare out the window watching the world pass
& think about all my passed experiences,
Wondering what the coming years will bring.
I know some of the people here,
They are my friends but I sit alone.
Away from everything, the talk, the banter,
Just sitting here with my tea, waiting.
Although I wait for my fry,
I’m also waiting for something else.
I don’t know what,
I don’t know why,
I just wait.
Now there is noting on my mind,
Noting on my tongue,
Except the dry taste of tea.
My fry is here but still I wait. Wait & eat.
Eat my egg with its orange sunny yoke,
My rasher on the rind,
My sausage which have no rhyme,
& yet I still wait, I wait & wait. Just wait.
Here I sit thinking of how my life is forming,
How I enjoyed collage life & now it’s gone how I lament it.
I spend my days missing it, I start to cry but then I can’t.
I think of how my friends are doing, moving on.
I think of what I’m missing,
Of how where I was once involved now I’m not.
How even to them I’m seen as an outsider.
When will it end?
With me life?
Or with my
DEATH…
I see you there & wonder,
Is the love we had lost or is there still a glimmer.
We still say it’s there but I tend to wonder,
The other day when was in your room you wondered too.
I know you didn’t say, but I could tell.
I could tell by the look in your eye, the awkwardness we both felt.
When I see you in his arms I wonder is it the same, or is it different.
I wonder if you talk about me or it taboo.
The other night I never told you when u asked was I going out,
But I could not see you with him on that night.
I thought about you all night, as I do every night.
Even now I still infuriate you when I’m wallowing I’m my life.
You try to tell me to stop being stupid & to live my life.
I just think “What’s the point”. Apart from just a few who would really miss me.
Even thinking that & writing this is making tears fill my eyes.
But how many eyes would be filled if I ended it tonight.
How many people would think of me in years to come on this night?
Do I deserve this life?
2 January 2008
