up till 6 in the morning

up till 6 in the morning

A Poem by brianna vega

we sit here under the polluted night sky

retelling all the feelings we try to leave behind

weve poured our souls out to eachother

sitting wrapped up in chilly air

wipping our eyes to each others despairs

the animals walk past oblivious to our crys

the trees sit silently

wondering at our misery

wondering why us humans are so lost

we st here facing our deepest saddest thoughts

trying to comprehend each others lives

trying to asssure that were not just going insane

telling ourselves that this life is worth the pain

and the cats walk by

suspicious of our tears

suspicious of the tone of voice used in our explainations of why we seem to cry at night

and the trees watch silently

unmoved by our want of self realization

wondering why we make our lives so complicated

watching silently while we try to analyze our feelings

we sit in this chilly air

trying to make sure that its all worth our fears

worth all these internal tears.

 

© 2008 brianna vega


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The journey to self discovery and realization is something that can be a double edged sword it can be the happiest yet hardest experience to be truly aware is to be truly alive keep soul searching you will find what your looking for.

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Added on February 20, 2008

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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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i need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..

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A Poem by brianna vega