What does it mean
to be or not to be?
to live in constant
fear of being strong,
yet strong enough to live
in fear of being weak
to be a tree in a burning forest
and a rat in a darkened hole
What does it mean
to be or not to be?
to live in constant
fear of being strong,
yet strong enough to live
in fear of being weak
to be a tree in a burning forest
and a rat in a darkened hole
I apologize since I was supposed to post this much sooner.
There comes a time when shattered glass
will decorate our floors
scattered through out the household
especially near the doors
There comes a time when painful cries
are all you ever seek
releasing all the other pain
when your future’s looking bleak
There comes a time when all you think of
is how to fall or die
for no amount of joy, can compare
to that drop of water from your eye
But what else can we look for
in a world of pain and sadness
what else can we hope for
but heaven’s sweet caress
Exams are done and I couldn’t wait until monday since inspiration struck, so here’s a bunch of limericks I made up. Enjoy 🙂
I felt a tinge in my mind to be witty
so a limerick came out out of pity
one after another
alone by the hour
I knew then that limericks are sexy
There once was a girl named Jill
who had forgotten to pay the bill
when her boyfriend had left
and her money bereft
she ran like a crazed mandrill
Today while I was walking my bunny
It jumped around and I thought it was funny
my feelings delighted
I then got distracted
then some robber stole all of my money
So George decided to take a vacation
though it’s more like procrastination
junk food’s what he ate
woke up feeling great
screw plot, it’s about presentation
A part of my mind was screwed
even with the coffee I brewed
typing and typing
gulping and gulping
but then all of my deadlines were moved
It was a wonderful day to go swimming
class had ended and I wasn’t dreaming
then my friend got a cramp
but he was also scamp
then I realized he wasn’t kidding
Waaah… Sorry for no recent poems or anything… Finals week and stuff so I have to concentrate 🙂 I’ll try to make it more interesting by adding pictures and stuff so please be patient 😀 stuff can be expected by Monday next week 🙂
One little yellow flower
breaking through the concrete
slowly moving upward
under everybody’s feet
One little yellow flower
rising slowly but surely
erupting from the ground
for all the world to see
One little yellow flower
confused at the city’s sights
watching all that walk around it
watching all the hearts ignite
One little yellow flower
just wants and craves attention
making dazzling displays
almost to perfection
One little yellow flower
silent as silent can be
leading by example
trying to impress me
One little wilting flower
just wanted to be accepted
lived life with no regrets
never cared how it was treated
Oh summer, in which the grass is dry
With people all about
Oh summer, with the heat intense
When all the students shout
Oh summer, where the waves would crash
Filled with different forms of life
Oh summer, when the flowers bloom
Bringing an end to all the strife
Summer, why do you not come early
To end your people’s pain
Summer, why are you so fleeting
Like the glorious summer rain
Summer, memories made to last
Filled with adventure all around
Summer, cherished friends about
With silence, they are bound
Summer, once the greatest gift
But now just a happy thought
Summer, still the greatest drug
Which with money, can’t be bought
It’s always with a heavy heart
that we take a grain of salt
It’s always with a facade of white
do we pace around then halt
It’s always me and never you
in every conversation
It’s always time to take a stand
and scream out “revolution”
It’s never time to sit and chat
with enemies unarmed
It’s never time to watch the stars
who know all who see are charmed
It’s never time to stomp the ground
bursting in fits of anger
It’s never time to let it loose
and live in sweet surrender
It’s always time to show the world
all your pride and glory
It’s never time to admit defeat
or even say you’re sorry
Tears are such strange occurances that happen on a regular basis. I can honestly find no real use for them when applied to a survival situation in which silence is usually the best approach to anything, but I know they have few uses, such as: warning the immediate family of trouble when the babies start to feel uncomfortable or are being threatened. Then I start to wonder, what if when the babies grow up. Do the adults still cry? Do they still have a use for such a childish act? That, I may never know, but I’ve come to a point in my life where crying is frowned upon and should I break, I will suffer the consequences and face ridicule only if people find out that I have recently shed a few drops of water from my eyes. So, if it’s been frowned upon since time and memorial, why do we still cry? why do we still do this act which leaves us completely vulnerable? Watery eyes and running noses will only increase one’s chances of getting caught as demonstrated by mother nature when babes of animals cry and get taken away by predators.
Some might argue that tears will help cleanse the soul of impurities and can therefore be likened to a dirt inside us leaving our bodies so that we may move on with our lives and make a better tomorrow today. This, I like to believe is absolute bull shit. I’ve seen, felt, and experiences only a little of the “impurities” that plague human behavior and I can attest that no matter what amount of tears is shed, there will always be so many more impurities that do not get removed. Think, for example, what I have been rambling on about can be demonstrated in this scenario: picture, if you will, a person who has just recently been scorned by fortuna and suffers from horrible timing. This person may cry and shed tears, but it will take more than drops of water to cleanse his soul of ill fate and lack of dignity. This person could be likened to a carpenter who has spent all his time working to finish one master piece, when in reality the orders he has received far exceed his capacity to make all of them in time.
Tears are not fragments of a broken heart that thought it finally learned to love. Neither are they reflections as to how much emotion overflows that the heart can’t handle and decided to let go and neither are they an expression of pain brought by a person to be carried in his daily life behind masks of happiness and insanity. They are but mere drops of water flowing from the eyes, supposedly the clear them in order to see better, but instead cloud the vision and bring a person to his knees.
fast forward to when I forget
faces past and feelings felt
no more pain and no more strife
no more love and no regret
changing lanes left and right
red lights flashing on and on
passing faces blurred in speed
no will to fight but just to bleed
a silent war with guns ablaze
thoughts as bullets whiz in haze
hitting only a single soul
a thousand shots are now a whole
so I say this now to all opposed
talking s*** when my eyes are closed
there’s no where left where I can dwell
that’s all there is, see you in hell…