What A Life
Warning!. May offend the delicate closed minded individual!.
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Warning!. May offend the delicate closed minded individual!.
Written by: Alice Macgregor Everything has a purpose.
Hell is other people.
"Each of us were born into this world. For some, they were created for amazing purposes that they may not even fulfil. Everybody is different, although there are small quantities of people with...
Somewhere between love and hate. Somewhere between peace and violence. Between random and fate. Between anger and calm. Somewhere between the ocean and the land. Between safety and harm.
Head weighted down by unanswered dreams... Eyes running at the seams. Why have you waken me from my slumber. To rate me and turn me into a number. Well I'll tell you kind sit that I'm not that one.
And your eyes grow dim. Over time as you realise. All you can be in this life. Is a sum of your parts,. Few are ever more,. All you can aim for. Is to try and leave a mark. On the life, heart,.
The sun lightens the fields with ecstasy, Raising them to the prospects of the future. A life planned from arrival to departure. Unbeknown to them a price planned already.
God is perfect.
I subscribe to furious living. I squeeze every drop of awareness from seconds. I act upon urges and impulses, dodging damage.
Wondrous event This time of creation As it seeks it's way Into existence, into light. How fatal and fragile. I have hope yet.
Lost in the echo. I can not find the walls. The sound still reverbs. The noise marches on. While I stumble blindly. Lost in the rhythm. I can not escape it. My deep seated indecision.
What if this place Is nothing more Than a dark idea Or a Metaphor.
We are all insignificant in our daily grind. Trying to survive what we just can't find. Finding the lost who run around blind. Providing for the youth who are out of their minds.
#3 The atheists are right Nothing. All of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state.
Remember when we were kids. Do you remember running around, laughing and playing without a care in the world.
Are you consciously aware of your will too survive. Wake up with a Hollywood smile from your wife. Do you need to be told when and how, where and for why.
#household Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who employed you for your call. Who's to say your eye knows best, And that your judgement's naught but jest.
#household @MelchiorJ13 I've been looking in the mirror, Wondering who I am. An eagle soaring high, An innocent little lamb.
Planks of ice and sheets of dust, A stone like face, a lifelike bust, A bloodless corpse and frozen heart, A body, wheeled out on a cart.
The truth about writing is that you can make the present the past; you can write about something as though it was already over.
What would happen, one day If I met myself, coming the other way.... Would the me that is here and the me that is there Both just vanish, in thin air...
(warning this poem is about a 4 1/2 on the cheesy scale) #myworld Welcome to this world that is mine.
This is a weird point but it makes perfect sense to me. For some reason I was thinking about life after death, probably to do with the new Volkswagen Beetle advert.