Just a Riddle (Poem)

[Flaming Lip]

God... I got start posting these more often. I find I need to write a lot to mantain quality, but I am getting to lazy to write ><

Anyway, here is a new poem. I don't like it to much, but I got to start writing more.

Just a Riddle

For all our lives; the time that’s past

It seems so strange that it goes so fast

Who comes first, who comes last

I thought it meant so much

But it means so little

Rather we find it was just a riddle


And if this world is truly ours

Why do we rush through the hours?

I’ve never stopped to see that flower

I thought it meant so little

But it means so much

Because I find no devil’s touch


We’re waiting and waiting for a relief

For the waters to cease its seethe

It’s so long and yet is brief

I thought I meant little

But it meant so much

And I find it was just riddle​

 

[Kiyohime]

Riddle me this, riddle me that.


Why do we rush through the hours?

Because we invented time, and time controls us.

I love the line about there being no devi's touch, because a flower is a wholly natural thing, untouched by Man. It's really poigant, because I'm always thinking about that kind of thing. ^^ People rush about frantically to get to work, working like a cog in a machine, slaves to numbers that do not exist materially, only in the void of digital cyberspace. We've kind of become slaves.

I really like this poem; I think you should save all of the poems you're written...keep them all...I really think you should. Reread them when you're older...you may be amazed...it's not often you see a young' un like yourself writing about mature stuff like this.

 

[SpaceFlare]

I never knew you could post poetry here!!!

I like your work. Good choice of words, especially about the flower and the devil's touch.

I never knew you could post poetry here really.

 

[Flaming Lip]

Thank you!

XD *gives flan to reviewers*

Sometimes I wish I was another animal in the woods; life would be so much simpler. Civillization is supposedly our greatest invention. But is it so great when we find, the world we built to have a better living is slowing killing us? Slowly making our own thoughts disintegrate.

Its self destructive really, civillization. As we dull to routine lives, we find little need for advancement. We find we can't make our lives better, and we trap ourselves in an unchanging world.

 

[Eternal Daydreamer]

Sometimes I wish I was another animal in the woods; life would be so much simpler. Civillization is supposedly our greatest invention. But is it so great when we find, the world we built to have a better living is slowing killing us? Slowly making our own thoughts disintegrate.

This statement reminded me of a book called Midnight. It's about this fellow who created a formula that could raise civillization to great hights. The people who take it transform into two different type of beings. One, the most common, was regressing to an animal state. One of them even regressed so far, they turned into a pile of goo to escape thinking. The others turned into computer hybrids that wanted to be a part of a computer system without individual thought. That's all I can say without giving it away. But this statement reminded me of it.

Anyways, this poem reminds me of a primitive state. The primal want of no thought. Alas, we humans are the only ones on earth with this problem.

 

[Kutie Pie]

Like wow!

This poem reminds me of just how I feel! YOU GOT ME HOOKED! And you don't like it? *hugs* I do!

You know, I thought only a few people think about why we're on this Earth and other mysteries. I ponder this a lot, and I could never find the answer, just guesses. Of course, I only know a couple of the questions...

Anyway, because this was almost like me in many, many ways, I just hooked on it and I understood it immediately (it takes me a while to figure out meanings in poems). And is our life really a riddle? No one knows except one, and it's not me. Who it is, I will not say.

Well, keep it up, Byzantium! You've been gifted with the gift of poem-writing. And think of it as a blessing (I'm sure you do). If only I can rhyme...Can't wait for more poems! Here's a cookie for doing so well ^^. *hands cookie* It's chocolate chip. But if you're allergic to chocolate, throw it in between my eyes. I'll understand. ^^ See you!

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♥Kutie Pie♥ Please be kind to midgets!

 

[Flaming Lip]

Wow! Plenty of reviews
*hands out flan to everyone*
Thank you!

La Corlotta: interesting, I might check that book out sometime

Kutie Pie: Thank you. I always think that people enjoy things they relate to more!

Thanks!

 

[Sike Saner]

Very nice. ^^ It just floors me, the way you can delve into such deep notions so effectively through language that is not inaccessible, which in turn makes for a more elegant piece and a fresh, enjoyable read. Fwee. ^^

I thought it meant so much

But it means so little

Rather we find it was just a riddle​

The text equivalent of chocolate. Yum. When I read this, it was like all those times when I've listened to a song, heard a particularly clever lyric, and went, "Damn, I wish I'd written that!"

Its self destructive really, civillization. As we dull to routine lives, we find little need for advancement. We find we can't make our lives better, and we trap ourselves in an unchanging world.

"In wildness is the preservation of the world." (Anyone who knows where that's from gets a hug and a cookie. ^^)