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From the color of my skin by *ArynChris:iconArynChris:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Philosophical > Fixed


The night sets in pain
with the fall of chilling snow
casting shivering shadows
on all I think I know

The light from the ceiling
shines brightly in my eyes
blinding me to joyful sights
and all that I despise

Up a narrow flight of stairs
in a barely hidden loft
I sit here at my desk
and go over what is lost

Impaled in my head
my heart can barely see
the nature of existence
and the muddle that is me

From the moment I awake
to the instant that I sleep
there's a path that I must follow
no matter how I weep

We're not trapped in a maze
but given paths to choose
but the chosen path we're stuck with
whether win or lose

The pattern still remains
in the shadows of my heart
and it's fitting that it should
for the shadows their mark

From the color of my skin
to the day that I grow old
all lives continue onward
while hearts rest in the cold.
©2009 *ArynChris
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Author's Comments

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.

--Patterns, by Simon and Garfunkel

Their version is better... mine is just a sad attempt to morph their song that it might fit my own life a little better; I've long since given up staring from my bed and moved on to staring at the same name on my computer screen, that name that represents someone I want to help, want to talk to and tell everything to, to rescue... to rescue from a danger she doesn't even seem to see or understand, and yet I can't. I can't, and this stupid lyric re-write sucks royally.

Not even royally. It sucks like the village idiot.

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~Sushimitzu Nov 15, 2009, 2:13:46 AM
Is it supposed to be like you're running?

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*ArynChris Nov 15, 2009, 4:05:35 PM
...What? *is lost*

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~Sushimitzu Nov 16, 2009, 10:31:48 AM
The poem... Is the ego perspective so supposed to be running?

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*ArynChris Nov 16, 2009, 11:03:31 AM
...Not sure what you mean. Running from/to something, or just running in general? The writer's perspective is sitting at my desk up in the loft not long after dark, with the ceiling light turned on. There's snow here.

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~Sushimitzu Nov 16, 2009, 12:30:59 PM
The ego perspective in the poem. =P
The one thinking all that of the poem. :D
Running in general. ;D

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*ArynChris Nov 16, 2009, 1:53:43 PM
Well, I'm lost.

And I WROTE thing. @_@ This is why they teach never, ever to ask the poet what they mean. If it's not obvious, take the meaning you WANT it to be, because asking the poet will only confuse them.

People keep seeing things in this one I don't see in it myself, and that gets pretty confusing. It's a poem--don't ask me.

...((Physically, sitting down and definitely not running. Psychologically, somewhat confused and despairing, stuck on the issue and still not running.))

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S.Y.G.Y.N.T.S.A.T.T.O.T.L.R.N.
Seriously You Guys You Need To Start Appreciating The Typographicityilyness Of Things Like Right Now.
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~Sushimitzu Nov 17, 2009, 7:11:02 AM
Ah. Okay. :D That line with flying up a small somewhat of stairs got me thinking of the person running.

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*ArynChris Nov 17, 2009, 2:46:39 PM
Ah. XD Nah. The original song is from the point of view of a guy lying in bed, watching shadows form on the wall as the sun sets, and includes a couple lines about where he is, but there's actually no physical movement in his part. I just went with the same idea... but yeah, that line has always given me the idea of racing up those stairs and into his room, too.

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~Sushimitzu Nov 18, 2009, 8:03:42 AM
Teehee. :D

(Nothing meaningful to say. XD)

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