This is a poem I wrote, not really knowing what it meant to me until I was done. I guess it's pretty open to interpretation, even to myself. I guess it's about my seemingly never-ending quest for knowledge and truth. I dunno, it's been awhile since I wrote anything but I figured I'd share it despite its somewhat amateurish nature.

Empty Space (I suck at picking at titles.)

shadows fell but the darkness that already here exists
served to hide the fact that something was amiss
tears were shed but the rain that already soaked my face
drowned my cries and hid the signs of my disgrace
time was lost to an eternity of always being young
words were lost to silence screaming from my tongue
enter truth, but it couldnt find a home inside my mind
i found a leg to stand on, but the ground ill never find
i tried to fly, but the wings i had just failed me yet again
what i thought was good, was just what could've been
so i fall into an empty space, i might be falling up
what i know, i fear will never be enough

[edit on 20/7/07 by an3rkist]

Originally posted by an3rkist

i found a leg to stand on, but the ground ill never find

[edit on 20/7/07 by an3rkist]

I love it.....flagged.

I admire people who are able to really share and convey their personal fears, perceived shortcomings, happiness, etc. with others through art.

Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for the writing, an3rkist. It surely is a cry in the wilderness, if I read correctly.

Here is a counterpoem which I wrote in reaction;

The Fullness of space

Sparks flew in the light of the first dawn
screwing into existence a hope for an eternity
dripping white flames from a trillion stars
crowning joyous ecstacy upon our union of souls
swimming in the roiling seas of an ageless infinity
we form skeletal words fleshed on inumerable tongues
giving voice to sudden mysteries beyond understanding
while finding firm ground beneath and a universe above
I fly on sweet winds, winging through galaxies
knowing there is no awful sin, but only pining sadness
falling, rising through the crowded spaces
of all there is yet for us to learn