Me: Wow i feel in a poetic mood today. anyway um yes here is my poem. RATE and COMMENT. lol, yes if people wouldn't mind i would love to have feedback critisism is always welcome and praise is aswell. Anyway......
The Struggle
My eyes search the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
Or fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are fire and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.
Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the knife into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
The Struggle
My eyes search the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
Or fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are fire and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.
Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the knife into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the answers once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my heart would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
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