the sharp sustain
the scattered remains
the sweep of disfunction
is followed by distruction
The tainted words
written on paper like melodious birds
but they are scarred and hold anger and disgust
they are like metal that rust
We fall in traps of our own
wishing to see the seeds we've sown
but our eyes are stiched by our complancy
shattered by our selfish humanity
We are leaving a trace behind
The thoughts of wanting to rewind
the ones who follow
falling in the hole of our own sorrow
Whats left to breathe
what do we achieve
do we know why we do what we do
or is it just life that is between me and you
standing at a crossroad looking at the paths
will it be like wind in the drafts
will we be conformed to what everyone does
or we will follow the path that leads to life
the marks stained on this page
blink a second of passion and rage
and when it is all over again
will we be the same men and women?
what are yur thoughtss on this poem?what sticks out to you
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This is really thought provoking and powerful. You know how to make a person think. There was a lot in this piece but what I think about the last question is no one comes out of an experience the same way they went in.
My favorite part was:
"We fall in traps of our own
wishing to see the seeds we've sown
but our eyes are stiched by our complancy
shattered by our selfish humanity"
It's so true.
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So powerful.
A great and inspiring piece. It is most definitely true that we seem to follow the way of the world, not our own thoughts and heart.
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this inspires a very big question... I think no matter how hard some people try they always end up comforming to the rules of society... and life just becomes routine... Although there are the few rebels who want everything life is promised to be... I hope I haven't conformend yet... lol great piece it gives the mind a lot to think about...
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