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Poems for every one to enjoy... 3 different ones! |
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Life
In the freedom of life and death, responsibility and obligation, stupidity and arogance. Where do you stand??? Do you abuse your privilage of living and are punished with death??? Do you confuse your life duties as obliagtion, some thing you have to do not some thing you need to do to survive your confused and dazed life??? Do you use your stupidity to confuse others with some thing other than your self developed, very much ignored arogance. These things need to be put into perspective b4 you can complain about the parts of you that suck, your life, your world, your universe. Some things can be changed, some can be forgave, and some can be prevented.
Realization
When you spy with your little eye the little people that live your life, you will realize how you run it, with the hocuspocus for that moment. The magical wind has changed and now blows towards you, a spell as been cast to persuade you to look at your past, and see how you've changed. The pain has contained and rearranged the space in your brain. You now don't believe in a real and full functioning life. Your leaders have you mezmorized. They have you think that Hell on Earth is the way it should be. You've confused and abused your loved ones and not to mention your self. But it's the used ones you except. How do you explain that??? You can't and now you have realized your mishap.
Trivium
As the table spins and the world wins. I lose my self in it. In the sadness, the madness, the tragidies, and the gladness. If you've ever felt lost you'll know what I'm speaking of. As I try to find my self in it all, I find my self begining to fall. Deep into a state where nothing matters and my life begins to fold. I, as well as others, put me into a box. A box that I cannot get out of. I'm white, I'm black, I'm this, I'm that. So much is laid upon my back. I cave in and give up. Not able to find my self. Every time I start this journey, some thing else brings me down. I feel like I'm going to drown. Like a clown, I paint on a happy face, to hide the pain. Just hoping some would rescue me. Because this world is messy.
 jadedbutterflybabe · Mon Jul 25, 2005 @ 02:12pm · 10 Comments |
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heart 
says, "Trivium is pretty good."