Flying to the Fall
by Justn Purdy
Flying.
Through a world filled with color
All in shades of grey
Falling.
Through the myriad of night
Right and wrong -- strangers.
Failing.
Cannot find my way
The thick dark fog it holds
Grey upon grey upon grey
Flying.
Through this world that is ours
Wishing for another
no right, no wrong - just shades of grey.
Falling.
Out of this life; I don't belong
To find another world
another life with truth and falseness
Something in black or white.
Failing.
Searching hard; fruitlessly.
Nothing else exists except our world
Where ignorance is bliss.
There's no escape; no none at all, at all.
Flying and falling.
Falling and failing.
Trapped here I'm fleeing.
There is no escaping
Flight with wings clipped.
To a fall into ash
A rush to escape...
One I'm failing to find.
I suppose this poem is mainly over the frustration the state of our world brings me; and the fact that this life can offer no better one. When I talk about shades of grey, and all that, I'm referring to the fact that right and wrong are defined by the current conceptions of society, and that there is NOTHING so morally incomprehensible that constant exposure won't make it seem okay.
Idiocy Within Me
Idiocy
Indwells in me
It's all I am
It's all I see.
Why don't I care
For how I fare?
Why won't I try
Why don't I dare?
I waste my time
With no reason nor rhyme
Do nothing much...
No time, no time.
Is this my fate?
In this laziness I hate?
Trapped in a mind wihtout will
Never proceed through life's gate.
This was written to express my frustration with myself over my current grade situation; it seems that a lack of study over this last nine weeks has rendered concentrating on school work almost impossible for me. I mean, I know I CAN'T be lazy; my innumerable writing projects prove it. It can be rather aggravating at times to grapple with, as this poem proves.
Glimmer Blade
The Glimmer Blade of Mariviel
Lies rusting o'er the hearth
Once fine and sharp - what a legend it was!
Useless, dull, and dark.
The old tales tell us much of it;
At least, of how it was.
How it shone bright in the night
How it cleft through steel and stone.
None could stand before its might.
All problems took to dust
It won great wars aplenty
Solved matters of great weight...
But there came a day when work was done
The Blade was needed no more
And thus put up above a hearth
And rusted and dulled evermore.
Lack of use has dulled its edge
Once so finely toned!
Lack of care has made it worth none
And how shall its people fare?
The Glimmer Blade; the glimm'ring mind
Sparkling from thought to thought
Though fine and sharp, when put to use
When wasted time it warps.
I realize this last poem, especially, is a bit too heavy-handed in its moral. Also, the rhyme scheme is VERY strange (there actually is one, though good luck to you in finding it), and doesn't flow very well at all. But it is a poem, so here it is.