Well time foresees truth
and hate fulfils madness,
but time, concerns those
that strive to fall with pain.
Strapped onto our chest,
we hold our lives.
Knowing its our bomb,
at someone's whim.
Don't fancy the truth?
Its real, and its your life.
Do not live without
your life and its meaning.
For one day, your control
will be lost in the explosion.
For love, considers none to be casualty.
Only seeing those, emotionally as free.
Author notes
options:
1. tell me what my name means to you. Only fooling myself. it can mean so many different things.
A contest entry
- Give me something origional by SouthernDownpour.
1183 points, ended August 12, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, I like this poem a lot. The truth in it, the words. Well done!
Best of luck in the contest -
interesting, i like you point of view!
"For love, considers none to be casualty."
fantastic...good luck in the contest
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flowed so well
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