01/21/98

i wrote this(and many of my other poems) during highschool, some while i was suppossed to be studying english lol.

the force of life flows around us

but not all choose to drink from it

some prefer to stay out of it

and let it continue on its merry way

for it would be wasted on them

and they know it

they prefer to remain outside the stream of things

and let it go about them

not being involved, yet not completely apart

seperate but different

there but longing to be gone

they remain motionless

as those filled with life go by

and those with life gaze down upon those without it

for they do not believe they choose to remain that way

and prefer it that way

but it is their way

and they like it.

 

Author's Note

at the time i wrote this i was unknowingly bipolar, so most of my highschool poetry is dark and along the lines of mentalness...not that that is always a bad thing...

Reviews

[D.I.]

I feel exactly like those who choose not to drink from the force of life at times, not wanting to be in the crowd.

"and those with life gaze down upon those without it
for they do not believe they choose to remain that way
and prefer it that way
but it is their way
and they like it."

Favourite stanzas. The last three lines just leave this indefinite feeling...