i figure the meaning of life is something that i don't have to seek like god, it's searching for me constantly one step behind me and i figure if i remember to slow down sit down once in a while one of these days it just might find me and my ring finger curves where i hold my pen when i write and my shoulder likes to slope where i sleep on it at night we all adjust around the habits that we make the more we like to bend the less we tend to break and i think people are like roads through the country carving out the landscape in lines that never end and it's not as good to cross as to merge because that way you've both got to bend and my ring finger curves where i hold my pen when i write and my shoulder likes to slope where i sleep on it at night we all adjust around the habits that we make the more we like to bend the less we tend to break and i lay and wait for sleep wait for him to overcome me and suddenly i've taken a leap casting off the sheets above me out of my dreams onto the ground as if i can't stay in one place for so long, lying without a sound as if i were awake still lying in wait all along and the meaning of life is always one step behind me and i sit in the silence and wait for it to find me and this is how i deal with the world passing me by each day i try hard just to feel and then try harder not to cry
I have to ask this, when you wrote 'something i don't have to seek like god, it's searching for me' did you mean it that god is something you don't have to seek for, or that god is somethign that searches for you?? you know what i'm saying? it could go either way
whatever it means for you, that's what it means. my poetry doesn't really ever have a set meaning, it grows with me, like my skin.
ah shit i was hoping you weren't going to say that , but i've said it myself so i can't argue it. anyways if you care to know i really liked the idea of, instead of humans searching for god, that god searches for... me... or you... so that's the way i'll take it!
now that you've formed your own opinion, i'll confess- that is exactly what i meant. so many people search outside themselves for what they believe in when everything they desire has always been inside them, and if only they believed in themselves, all of that could surface. all of it. god is eternally waiting for us to stop searching because it's only then that we actually see. in my opinion. now i'll cross my fingers and hope that no one reads the replies before stopping and thinking about what i wrote.
this is the best poem you have ever written...i loved it...the way it flowed and the ideas in it...the roads merging and not crossing and trying harder not to cry, sitting in silence waiting for the meaning of life...and i like the way you repeat that one stanza and how it ends like it starts...this was awesome...and if u dont mind...i would like to copy this and save it because there are a few people that i think need to read this...thank you for writting it...
i just keep reading this and i have to be honest...this stanza doesnt flow as well (or maybe just not the same) as the other stanzas...it kinda (well for me) makes you have to slow down when u r reading... and i was going to say that this could be a song...
that stanza... is how i actually started this poem. it's my inspiration for it. so i don't want to cut it out but i really need to reform it and maybe move it around. because it is a song, and that could make a good bridge... but you are so right, it does kind of hinder the rhythm.
okay i switched it up a bit. i really appreciate your help with this, skyfire i like this new and improved version better, the sleep deal goes well withthe last part "waiting in the silence"... but if you have any extra little advice i am very open to it. thanks again! ~Riv
yeah...that does sound better...i wouldnt have cut it either...it was a good stanza but like u said, it just hindered the rhythm a little...but it flows better now...awesome job...
