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15cman -> 15cman's Poetry (12/26/2008 22:40:28)
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Hello, reader, and I welcome you to my poetry thread.A Comments and Criticism thread is here and I hope you enjoy all I have to offer.*Ahem* OK formalities over, I will be adding to this of course,maybe everyday or just once a week(depending on how much I squeezed out on my creativity gland that week).
Life
It is here, and it is not,
ever changing, always moving,
people ask 'Why are we here?',
and I say 'To change the world'
then they ask 'How do we change the world?'
and I say 'I don't know.'
Life,
full of joy and happiness,
full of sorrow and pain,
if we can cope with what happens today,
will we be prepared for tomorrow?
Life,
a candle in the wind,
a star among the sky,
it's just there.
Life,
it raises tough questions,
like what about time?
When yesterday went by,how will I know about tomorrow,
ever coming,ever going.
Life,
when it's hard to be up on top,
you can easily fall down.
Life,
it is a river,
it bends and flows.
It spews out to the great unknown.
Endless
Looking up at a vast sky,
full of wonders,
full of unknown things to man.
Staring down a an endless sea,
unforgiving,endless,
who are we to challenge something beyond us?
Endless things,
we dare try,
we wish to know.
Ignorance is bliss,
so why do people want to know?
Sea and sky,
two different things,
but with one thing in common,
they are endless.
Stranded
Lost for words,
knowing that I cannot be heard.
Scanning the sky above,
knowing that I won't find you.
I walked on,
trying to know what I've done,
the reason I lost it all never dawned on me.
I was stubborn, foolish, naive,
when I left you for all the world had to offer.
All went wrong and I lost it all,
you were right and I was wrong all along.
I was stranded,
torn apart, left for dead,
stranded.
Poetry
Poetry,
it is not just writing,
it is not just something to toss aside,
it must be more.
When you create poetry,
what do you think?
Do you use the easy way out,
and write just a few lines and say "I'm done"?
Poetry,
it is soul,expression,
a way of life,
a sanctuary.
When you create poetry,
do you go the extra mile?
I feel this uncontrollable need,
to write this way of life,
to build this sanctuary, brick by brick.
Do you feel it too?
I hope you do.
Masquerade
Life is like a masquerade,
what is on the outside may not be the same on the inside.
Someone in disguise,
waiting,watching,
he shows his true colors.
The hero is a villain,
an understudy the star.
Watch out,things might not always be what they seen,
you never know,
there is a different side to them.
But not everyone.
Some people are who they are,
they don't live in this masquerade.
Wait
Hold on,
slow down,
stop.
Don't let life pass you by,
make the most of it,
otherwise you'll wake up and say "What happened?"
Hey,
hit the brake,
wait.
Life is too fleeting to waste,
but don't sell it short,
it is full of love,happiness, and peace.
Sure there are bad times,
those can be forgotten,
but the loved times,
never.
So just wait,
enjoy what you have,
you will love it.
Wait.
For the rest is yet to come
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