I wrote this poem myself. :) Comment please! :)
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They say
That
a question mark ?
is nothing
but a punctuation.
I consider it
a
lifestyle
Like a curious cat
lying dead on the floor.
She searched
but
never found,
and ended up
killed
Her funeral was short
and sad
I for one
never
thought that an innocent
cat would
die
because of adventure
A model does her make-up
she wonders
what true beauty is
smiles and poses for a camera
the photographer sees
the question mark drawn
in blue ink
on her manicured hand
he yells
for her to wash it off
one symbol, some trouble
the girl feels ashamed
she doesn't wonder what true beauty is anymore
They say curiosity killed the cat
They say the wonder-er is an outcast
I say the cat and the wonder-er are heroes
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They say
That
a question mark ?
is nothing
but a punctuation.
I consider it
a
lifestyle
Like a curious cat
lying dead on the floor.
She searched
but
never found,
and ended up
killed
Her funeral was short
and sad
I for one
never
thought that an innocent
cat would
die
because of adventure
A model does her make-up
she wonders
what true beauty is
smiles and poses for a camera
the photographer sees
the question mark drawn
in blue ink
on her manicured hand
he yells
for her to wash it off
one symbol, some trouble
the girl feels ashamed
she doesn't wonder what true beauty is anymore
They say curiosity killed the cat
They say the wonder-er is an outcast
I say the cat and the wonder-er are heroes
~
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that you have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement Day coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that you have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement Day coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a fish on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with fish hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The fish hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a fish on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with fish hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The fish hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my heart is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look forward to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my heart is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look forward to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.