Life and Death
By: Paige the writer and sometimes uses her online name as a nickname Collins
Authors Note: Ugh. My middle names are back. Oh, yeah. Why I never sign my fics as Cora/Paige Collins is that's only a temporary name thing. I'm going under Cora with my Cora fics later this fall, or when I get time to.
As brown is to wood,
As green is to grass,
As red is to brick,
As clear is to glass,
As death is to life,
As life is to death,
As breathe is to live,
As not is to die.
Those things, these things, we have just seen,
Are how real,
Things have been,
Using known things to illustrate what is on my mind,
Is a puzzling job,
To try to think and find,
Death is not to die,
Is to live,
To live again in Heaven,
Many and some have and did,
I don't know when my time is,
To live again,
Beyond the clouds,
And into the sky,
A place so beautiful in your eyes,
Life is too precious to do these things,
Fight and fight and fight,
And then we might,
Win,
But when it comes down,
We all scare ourselves sometimes,
From then feeling, the anxious feelings,
To get things done,
Why do I wish my life were different?
To not lived in a complex world,
Upside down and totally messed up all around,
It's like a beautiful world,
But we're hearing no sound,
We see living,
We life,
We see death,
Things that take your breath,
Away,
In an instant,
Not an hour or day,
Will go by without my wondering why?
Why was I picked to witness this?
Is this power a curse…or a gift?
If life were death,
Would the world be same?
People die to live,
Then live to die,
Then live and live till they're ashamed,
But the universe don't work like that,
That ain't happening now,
The sky will remain blue, yes,
But people will always wonder how,
There will be those kinds,
As mentioned before,
That commit things we call suicide and murder,
The messed up human beings,
But I am, indeed, one too,
For I murder at kill at times,
And I've even thought about suicide too,
To end my life,
Sometimes that happens,
You take your own life,
In the blink of an eye,
We could all die,
Or become slaves,
But fear turns to courage,
And we make it out okay,
If the world and science are so complex,
Why do I always know…
What people are saying,
What people are doing,
And not have a clue at the same time?
Can life and death coexist?
At the same time, not?
Can life and death be together…as cold and hot,
As short or tall,
As thin or fat,
As slim and small,
Total opposites,
Yet they coexist,
Why can't the big L and D?
Be together at once?
Life and death are like a thought,
Like love,
They aren't something you can taste or touch,
But something you can feel,
You can feel in your soul,
In your heart,
Everywhere,
Yet your hands cannot touch,
Your tongue cannot taste,
But in a way…it's real,
If I witnessed murder,
Which could be death,
Which is in fact everyday,
Would it haunt my dreams like an awful plague?
If I witnessed life,
Would I feel good about myself?
And feel all independent and cheerful and all,
I kill things,
They
kill thing all the time,In the cold chilling night,
Your blood runs cold,
As deaths on your doorway,
Your vision is faint as the alien staggers towards you,
But in hope,
Someone yells out courage so you can pull through,
That's not death,
That's life,
You take the good with the bad,
I take the bad everyday and in my dreams too,
But life can't get worse,
Death–the next step,
But this…these words go along with us,
The Animorphs.
Author's Note: Sorry this has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I'm sorry. I didn't mean
it to be so long either.