I stood up
Bold and brave
For myself
Copying others' ways
I followed suit
To fit in more
I just wanted friends
Not a heart sore
I was stood up
On multiple days
Left alone
In this haze
I feel so lonely
Deep inside
Not the surface
Other's wont find
Why do people change?
Do they mature?
Or try to fit in?
Maybe they change for somebody.
Somebody they like,
Or somebody who didn't like them
They way they were.
Or maybe people change
Because they don't like themselves
The way they are.
But no matter the reasons,
People change.
And we did.
To like
to love
to fall down
and get up
To sing
to cry
to wish you could fly away
To hate
to scream
to find happiness in only dreams
To smile
away tears
and along with it fears
To leap
of faith
to cowered away from mere little events
The question dances
On my lips
You tell me
I seem to forget
You have changed
Not for the better
We used to be friends
Who did this to you?
Change is melancholy
You lose people
You didn't want to
But it happened
"Let it go," you say
But I can't..
Strange hand that appears
held out towards me asking-
"Am I changed so by coming
from under this toilet partition wall?"
One third of the earth's surface
covered by land.
What goes and stays.
How does it look now.
You're the cause
You're the reason
That I've been feeling
All these feelings
You could have changed
You could have been different
But I never thought you would
Even though you said you could
There is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves,
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
Nothing can stand still. If it were to do so
absolutely, I could not see it; if I
were to cease scanning, I could not then see;
therefore change is all. These were my thoughts
as I walked a dog, watching my year run down.
Apples were falling; I chose one to eat.
Hips blushed fiercely; I stuffed my pockets full.
Ash and maple and willow turned and turned.
Restless mice and voles risked their all
for seeds. We reached the river; a trout rose, an
osprey plunged; they met and flew as one.
An osprey will turn a trout head first in flight,
you know -- for improved aerodynamics. I
disbelieve it; surely the bird is kind.
It turns the trout to show it what's to come.
This is how the wind shifts:
Like the thoughts of an old human,
Who still thinks eagerly
And despairingly.
The wind shifts like this:
Like a human without illusions,
Who still feels irrational things within her.
The wind shifts like this:
Like humans approaching proudly,
Like humans approaching angrily.
This is how the wind shifts:
Like a human, heavy and heavy,
Who does not care.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.
The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,