We are the same yet I never knew him until the end
Our begining is the same
And our ending the same will be
Together now but who knows tomorrow
Both, have no one, to carry our sorrow
Yet still a tear from you we will borrow
You will cry out of nature
Yet we, the ones that will be parting, will not weep
Wet, will our bed be, when we get cut in half
Fill with shame my last moments will be
When they stripp me naked right in front of you
We are the same yet still so different
Two figurines of the same species
Yet who will be the first one to be robbed of their wishes?
First there were two and at the end none will remain...
How cruel it is our giving fate!...
A contest entry
- fig(ure) it out by Nicolette.
2200 points, ended October 7, 2008, 16 entries
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DarkTears Option# 4
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often we find ourselves the same in our differences...a kind of Catch-22 wherein what we think isn't necessarily what is.
still, it's all a part of relationships, and frequently, sadly so, what we invest isn't what we harvest.
life has a way of smacking us in the head and saying: wake up! lol
but, we go on
and on, and on, and on...lol
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Indeed
What we plant is not always what we collect at the end. We are sometime so alike yet so different at the same time...Im glad and thankful all at the same time...Life is but the consequences of our own mistakes and erroes...am glad you share the same way of thinking as me...thanks for the comment...
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There is a sad tone to this poem and I liked the subtle references to figs here. Like in this line "Wet, will our bed be, when we get cut in half" , as well as the reference to "figurines". The rhyming was perhaps a bit inconsistent but there is still a lingering quality about this poem.
Thank you so much for your entry.
~ Nicolette
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thanks
I really appreciate your comment...the rhyming indeed was kind of off but i did not focus too much in it ...but thansk you for your comment glad u like it.
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