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SITTING ON THE ROOF
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SITTING ON THE ROOF |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
I watch as the clouds roll silent across my view They seem sad sometimes Like myself They drift endlessly Like myself With a meaning without meaning A purpose Whatever that may be Sometimes I sit on the roof and wonder I try to think of what purpose may be I try to find the real me inside the shell I have created From country to county From town to town I always catch a glimpse of the man Going around the corner Merging with the crowd Building a mold Like a butterfly within a cocoon Soft music slips silent across the rooftop Drifting with the smoke from the chimneys Down into the valley of the ignorant below Down into the drama of individual plight Down into the sorrow and the hope They bathe in the same tub Mixing their dirt Both leaving dirty towels for someone else to pick up Little specks of smoke linger on the shingles Not wanting to travel with the rest of the sheep The lemmings Like I I feel like the black sheep within a family where I am the only child Forever fighting to find the others I had lost Whether they exist or not The missing piece to my soul My phantom My Opera Creating my masterpiece for none to see Under the mask that hides the horrors within Trying to become the one thing I could look at in the mirror When morning comes Dreaming of flying Arms stretched wide Feeling the cold air as it freezes my lungs Watching the sun as it rises to greet another new day The orange turning to red Embracing the blue As one by one the stars vanish Like hope In a child’s room When their father comes home still drunk After the night before When promises were sworn When words were spoken that said No more drinking Things are going to change Shouting and breaking glass Echoing into the rising sun As sirens scream their mantra Telling the tale of some poor soul More worse off than you Let loose the dogs of war Upon the man next door Let loose your wrath While your father beats your mother The domino effect It affects all It seems Slipping through the clouds Watching the green hills roll We always think of the country Be it rolling green hills or beautiful mountain tops Where only tranquility can be found We so truly are the fools To think that a place creates the moment It is the person The people They create the moment Within the confines of the place Within the confines of the shell The soul Such a shallow thing Is the soul So easy to break So easy to sell Like old china on Ebay Sitting on the roof I watch as people go by You know No one ever looks up anymore When I was young I stood Staring up into the sky As an adult I stand Staring up into the sky Staring into something Sitting on the roof I wonder Just what that something is As the world goes to hell I always wonder I’m no Saint I litter Shout at those I proclaim to love I have dove into the deep end of hypocrisy Coming up smelling of roses I am human after all Yet how many care At the end of the day How many truly give a damn? For the actions throughout their lives How many people at the end of the day sit on a roof Wondering what will happen to the strings of smoke Painfully clutching to the shingles Wondering what happens to those people That never looks up To those that live within those rolling green hills So filled with the same hate and love As that child confined to the city The same lost love drifts endlessly The same Evil lurks in the dark alleyways Waiting for the foolish or the lost Location has nothing to do with misery Nor happiness We create our world Our worlds We create that which we wish to see We let the drunk beat us The greedy steal from us The foolish be used by us We are no better than those we persecute Unless we sit on the roof Unless we watch the sun as it rises As it sets Unless we understand our reason for living Without it we are nothing A shell Molded from the faceless souls As we merge with the crowd To create the shell we hide in every day My words go around in a circle An end without end A meaning without a meaning In reality I could go on forever Yet why should I? When this edge invites so sweet The drop so deep The bottom far from view They say you pass out before you hit the ground I love that Like you could ever ask someone that did it It’s a fail-safe comment that could never be questioned Like faith Never question a person’s faith It’s a road to nowhere Like the Crusades Never a thing accomplished In the name of Gods Except for death The domino effect The one thing that is a given We can hide from the taxman We can move Death Is a given Like war We are human after all The battle for Supremacy It’s a given Like a lie to your child No matter how small One day you shall do it The foundation shall crack Human nature Like a relative that can’t keep their hands to themselves A promise kept A hatred born Sitting on the roof The clouds pass silently by Like they shall long after I am gone As they have to so many others Whose families have long forgotten them Dust in the ground Some faceless figure in a picture That fought in some war or another Their picture Found under a bed Like the rotting corpse Dying along with their Headstone Surrounded by the long grass rolling over the hills Down into valley of a peaceful town A town on a postcard Stuck to the fridge In a home of a child dying from the inside out Her father shouting pointless nothings As empty beer bottles scatter to the four winds The only thing keeping her alive The rolling green hills Of the town she hopes one day she would live Be a part of To have some meaning She stares at it while her mother pleads for quiet She stares at it as her father passes out One thought on her mind Peace Tranquility Funny what we think peace really is Sad that we think tranquility is something a world could obtain Without a lobotomy Sitting on the roof I wish I could cry Something I haven’t done properly for many years Never sure why My father maybe So instead I stare at the clouds At the colors the sun makes through the clouds At the people passing by unawares Uncaring maybe I was never sure which was what So thin the veil between the two Somewhere in the distance I listen to the child As she decides enough is enough Somewhere a siren screams As a man dies Somewhere a mother creates a little white lie A given A mother’s choice Little white lies don’t matter Just a few words Nothing more To create something so much better Sitting on the roof I feel no sorrow as his body is removed I, like every other Become the hypocrite As green hills beckon Sitting on my roof like a watcher A fool A figure to forget Like her father A faceless figure In a crowd Becoming one With the thing you fear the most The one reason I sit on a roof The one place Where no one ever looks up Like the rolling green hills A distant dream A hope |
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Alone in the dark Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 105On the edge of an abyss |
"Down into the sorrow and hope They bathe in the same tub Mixing their dirt Both leaving dirty towels for someone else to clean up" Forever fighting to find the others I had lost Whether they exist or not The missing piece to my soul My phantom My opera Creating my masterpiece for none to see Under the mask that hides the horrors within Trying to become the one thing I could look at in the mirror"  First of all, welcome to the dark side. lol. Although long, your poem was thought provoking, and heart wrenching. The feelings and pain you convey are so achingly familiar.. Before I found this forum, I felt soooo alone. Now I wonder just how many people there are like ourselves, sitting up there on their roofs. Incredible job!~*~Angel~*~ |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
Thank you. It is a bit long, I was swept up by everything and couldn't stop writing. I look around as I sit on the roof always hoping to see a like minded spirit just across the road doing the very same thing. I'm glad you liked it. |
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chiLanta Junior Member
since 2006-12-01
Posts 47 |
this was a really good read hope to hear more from you! |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
I'm so bad for missing comments on some of my works. Thank you reading, sorry for the 10 year delay. ;-) |
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