3 posts tagged “random”

May 9th 2008
By David Worley
    
Sanity
Sanity, and insanity,
Choice? Gene?
Sanity, normality,
Insanity, oddity.
Why such judgements?

How do you know,
If you’re going insane?
How do you know,
If you’re already there?
How do you know,
If you’re perfectly sane?
How do you know,
If you’ve always been sane?

Why,
Do I feel this way?
Why,
Do I think this way?
Why,
Do I act this way?
Why,
Am I this way?

Am I insane?
Am I imbalanced?
Am I unsafe?
Am I here?

Why?
 

He falls
Into the icy water
As it moves
So rapidly
Impossible for him to survive.

Time seemed to move,
At a much slower pace,
As he fell from the edge,
So far down,
To the water.

Like a video,
Stopping for a long moment,
As each frame passed.

And then,
Like a reaction of a chain,
Being whipped about,
I followed.

Falling,
Far and fast,
Yet slow and peacefully.

So terrified,
Waiting for the icy chill,
Of the water's rapid movement,
To tear me away,
From the life I knew.

As he and I hit the water,
We seem to be absorbed into it,
Become one with it,
And its icy chill becomes part of us.

Impossible to survive.

By David Worley

Author's note: This post was not meant to frighten you. It is not symbolic to my current emotional state. It is a metaphor. Of life, and of death. Life is the time between the fall, and the water. Death, is the absorption into the water.
Why did I write in the first person narrative? I don't know.
Why did I include another subject in the poem? I don't know that either.
I am simply writing, a metaphor, for life, and death, and the randomnity of it.
Is randomnity a word? No. But I made it one anyway.

Thank you and goodnight.
-David

Well. It's been another while since I last posted, now, hasn't it?
Yes, yes, I suppose it has.
Why, you might ask, am I blabbering nearly incoherently?
My answer to that potential question, would be, because I enjoy it.

Heh. With that out of the way, where I've been.
I've been in Kitimat, doing all my normal stuff, and what have you.
Ron has started dating, in a serious relationship with a lovely woman named Margaret. She is a very nice, caring, generous woman. I'm glad he has found her, and hope things work out.

I am currently in Olympia visiting mom. Spring break, you know.
Anyhow, mom, Ken and I went to VON.x for a few days.
I expected it to be rather boring.
But you know what? I thought it was extremely interesting. I met a few very nice people, and got a crash course in social media and such. Rather interesting.

Have also been talking to a wonderful lady named Cathryn about writing. She's an author herself, you know, and has a lot to say about it, which I find valuable information, seeing as I'm a young author, and can always use help, critique, and encouragement.

And also, been in contact with a cool guy named Chad, who's put in a few various camera suggestions, since my camera broke. Bloody thing anyway. Chad's quite an established photographer himself, and he used to have a vox page, but he preferred flickr, since vox has limited uploads.

Anyway, I just thought I'd get a quick post going on as to what's been happening with me, and in a moment, I'm going to blast a random poem out. Based on a dream I had last night, with some artistic license. Well, not really, since it was a dream, but I'm going to change it a bit from the dream I had. Consider it more like this: The dream inspired the poem.

Anyway, that's the end of THIS post, here comes the next one.