Hey so these are from something i wrote a while back and i figured they might be classed as poetry?? idk??
im just gonna alternate italics so its easier to read lol
here is the link if you'd be interested in reading it, it isn't really fanfiction i just kind of used the characters names?? http://archiveofourown.org/works/7879231
Feelings Are Fleeting; Everything is.
Feelings aren't certain. Feelings are fleeting; everything is.
That's why I'm writing, always writing, scratching at the pages in this book, trying to etch those feelings onto the page while they're here, before they're gone.
Me. Him. Myself.
Thinking about it now, I don't really even know who I am anymore. Delving back into my mind, reliving memories, is that me? Is that who I am? Was? Who have I become? I see myself in the mirror and I see Dan, not myself.
In my memories I see him, who is he? Me? Him? Myself?
I see his laugh and the careless words that tumble out of his mouth, how is that me?
Me. The word tastes funny on my tongue, sits strange on my lips.
Me. It hangs heavily in the air, thick like fog just above the ground.
Dan. Myself. The two hardly mix, like oil and water; they sit separately, close enough to touch but far enough apart.
Far enough apart.
Everything fades and everything dies.
Black. Everything always fades to nothing; my smile, the laughter in his eyes. The sky when day turns to night, even stars, when they die.
Everything fades, light in the evening air, people as the world wears them down. Everything fades, love and happiness. Everything dies; flowers when the autumn winds whip their petals off, people, people die before their time, love. Love fades and love dies, just as people fade and people die.
Why waste your tears on something as transient as love? Why waste your time on something so transient as people? They come and they go, they're here, and before you know it, they're gone.
Not even me.
At the end of everything, none of it matters. When I'm laying on my death bed or I'm standing on the precipice, at the waters edge, does it really matter how many days I hauled myself out of bed? How many bills I've paid? How many smiles I've spared for strangers? How little money I've acquired or how many days I've ruined? Will any of it matter when my eyes close for a final time? When I take my final breath of air, nothing will matter, not even me.
Gone.
Humans are such lonely creatures, people flitting in and out of each others lives, never staying, never staying.
They come and they go, the only constant is you. Alone in this world, it's just you.
They'll be here and they'll be gone.
And you'll be waiting for the next, and the next piece of your heart will be gone with every person you let yourself care for.
I'm keeping mine close to me, not letting them take it away.
It's mine and I'm alone. I'm better that way.
But I do.
I shouldn't be envious of the birds as their wings spread and they fly into the wind but I am. Envious that I could never be that, I'm here, I'm always here and I can't escape.
I shouldn't want to be one with the sky, but I do.
I shouldn't want to feel the water hitting my skin as I fall, but I do.
I shouldn't want to close my eyes and never have them flutter open again, but I do.
I shouldn't want to go back, but I do.
Really I do.
I'm not fixed. I'm still broken. Things aren't quite so simple, I think maybe I wish they were, for the first time. But my smiles, they were genuine. And my eyes, they smiled too. And him, he's beautiful. And he likes me. He likes me.
And I like him. I really do.
Sunshine
He looks at me in wonder but I can't help but wonder why.
He calls me sunshine but he's the light in my life.
He looks at me like I put stars in the sky but there are stars in his eyes.
Do you know?
As I'm looking at you now, my heart is smiling. You're laughing and it's beautiful, I'm wondering if you can see the love in my eyes. I'm wondering if you can tell that when I look at you I see everything I could ever want.
And part of me hopes that you can; that you can tell how much you're loved and needed.
I hope you know.
Blue
Someone asked me today how I knew I was in love with you. And I thought about you, how I'd do anything for you; die for you, kill for you, how in my eyes you could do no wrong.
I thought about your eyes and how they're blue. How they're simply blue but I see hundreds of shades of blues and silvers and yellows, how I think they're more beautiful than a thousand sunsets, brighter than a sky full of shining stars.
I thought about how I want to spend the entirety of my life with you by my side, how you're the one I want to marry and raise children with.
I thought about how I'd never want to love anyone else because every one else fades in comparison because as long as I have you, no one else matters because you're all I'll ever need.
I thought about how I smile as soon as I see yours, how I care about your happiness and well-being more than mine or anyone else's.
'I just know.' Is all I said, because how do you describe loving someone with every fibre of your being to a stranger? Loving someone with everything that you are?
'I just know.'
Feelings aren't certain but I think these will stay.
Feelings aren't certain. Feelings are fleeting; everything is.
Feelings change and they evolve, things I felt five minutes ago are not things I'm feeling now.
Things I felt three months ago, staring into the darkness are not things I'm feeling now with your arms around me.
Things I felt two years ago are unimaginable to me now, I can't even fathom how I felt them.
That's why I'm writing, always writing, scratching at the pages in this book, trying to etch those feelings onto the page while they're here, before they're gone.
But I'm starting to think that these ones won't be. That I'll be feeling this for a long, long time, I hope these feelings stay.
I think they'll stay.
i also have more if anyones interested lol these are just the ones from that piece of writing
im just gonna alternate italics so its easier to read lol
here is the link if you'd be interested in reading it, it isn't really fanfiction i just kind of used the characters names?? http://archiveofourown.org/works/7879231
Feelings Are Fleeting; Everything is.
Feelings aren't certain. Feelings are fleeting; everything is.
That's why I'm writing, always writing, scratching at the pages in this book, trying to etch those feelings onto the page while they're here, before they're gone.
Me. Him. Myself.
Thinking about it now, I don't really even know who I am anymore. Delving back into my mind, reliving memories, is that me? Is that who I am? Was? Who have I become? I see myself in the mirror and I see Dan, not myself.
In my memories I see him, who is he? Me? Him? Myself?
I see his laugh and the careless words that tumble out of his mouth, how is that me?
Me. The word tastes funny on my tongue, sits strange on my lips.
Me. It hangs heavily in the air, thick like fog just above the ground.
Dan. Myself. The two hardly mix, like oil and water; they sit separately, close enough to touch but far enough apart.
Far enough apart.
Everything fades and everything dies.
Black. Everything always fades to nothing; my smile, the laughter in his eyes. The sky when day turns to night, even stars, when they die.
Everything fades, light in the evening air, people as the world wears them down. Everything fades, love and happiness. Everything dies; flowers when the autumn winds whip their petals off, people, people die before their time, love. Love fades and love dies, just as people fade and people die.
Why waste your tears on something as transient as love? Why waste your time on something so transient as people? They come and they go, they're here, and before you know it, they're gone.
Not even me.
At the end of everything, none of it matters. When I'm laying on my death bed or I'm standing on the precipice, at the waters edge, does it really matter how many days I hauled myself out of bed? How many bills I've paid? How many smiles I've spared for strangers? How little money I've acquired or how many days I've ruined? Will any of it matter when my eyes close for a final time? When I take my final breath of air, nothing will matter, not even me.
Gone.
Humans are such lonely creatures, people flitting in and out of each others lives, never staying, never staying.
They come and they go, the only constant is you. Alone in this world, it's just you.
They'll be here and they'll be gone.
And you'll be waiting for the next, and the next piece of your heart will be gone with every person you let yourself care for.
I'm keeping mine close to me, not letting them take it away.
It's mine and I'm alone. I'm better that way.
But I do.
I shouldn't be envious of the birds as their wings spread and they fly into the wind but I am. Envious that I could never be that, I'm here, I'm always here and I can't escape.
I shouldn't want to be one with the sky, but I do.
I shouldn't want to feel the water hitting my skin as I fall, but I do.
I shouldn't want to close my eyes and never have them flutter open again, but I do.
I shouldn't want to go back, but I do.
Really I do.
I'm not fixed. I'm still broken. Things aren't quite so simple, I think maybe I wish they were, for the first time. But my smiles, they were genuine. And my eyes, they smiled too. And him, he's beautiful. And he likes me. He likes me.
And I like him. I really do.
Sunshine
He looks at me in wonder but I can't help but wonder why.
He calls me sunshine but he's the light in my life.
He looks at me like I put stars in the sky but there are stars in his eyes.
Do you know?
As I'm looking at you now, my heart is smiling. You're laughing and it's beautiful, I'm wondering if you can see the love in my eyes. I'm wondering if you can tell that when I look at you I see everything I could ever want.
And part of me hopes that you can; that you can tell how much you're loved and needed.
I hope you know.
Blue
Someone asked me today how I knew I was in love with you. And I thought about you, how I'd do anything for you; die for you, kill for you, how in my eyes you could do no wrong.
I thought about your eyes and how they're blue. How they're simply blue but I see hundreds of shades of blues and silvers and yellows, how I think they're more beautiful than a thousand sunsets, brighter than a sky full of shining stars.
I thought about how I want to spend the entirety of my life with you by my side, how you're the one I want to marry and raise children with.
I thought about how I'd never want to love anyone else because every one else fades in comparison because as long as I have you, no one else matters because you're all I'll ever need.
I thought about how I smile as soon as I see yours, how I care about your happiness and well-being more than mine or anyone else's.
'I just know.' Is all I said, because how do you describe loving someone with every fibre of your being to a stranger? Loving someone with everything that you are?
'I just know.'
Feelings aren't certain but I think these will stay.
Feelings aren't certain. Feelings are fleeting; everything is.
Feelings change and they evolve, things I felt five minutes ago are not things I'm feeling now.
Things I felt three months ago, staring into the darkness are not things I'm feeling now with your arms around me.
Things I felt two years ago are unimaginable to me now, I can't even fathom how I felt them.
That's why I'm writing, always writing, scratching at the pages in this book, trying to etch those feelings onto the page while they're here, before they're gone.
But I'm starting to think that these ones won't be. That I'll be feeling this for a long, long time, I hope these feelings stay.
I think they'll stay.
i also have more if anyones interested lol these are just the ones from that piece of writing
