Nothing is certain.

I fear that I may die someday. Still deeds to do, still words to say.
I fear I'll never find that girl, with eyes pale blue, hair golden curls.
A heart to feel mine, just as hers. To know my soul, these thoughts unfurl.

Challenge yourself with a little perspective

Poetry my Ass

Being a total bastard prick on the inside, one of my favouritest things in life is taking the piss of what people perceive as being their truest innermost selves. Nothing presents this opportunity more often than amateur poetry, and for that I salute it.

Take for example a guy I used to know who is now posting regular poetry on facebook from the blog he made for it. I could point out so many humorous aspects in this as it really cracks me up. Everything from his commitment to fundamentalist Christianity (his dad happens to be a preacher) to the fact that he reverts to speaking as if he's in the 18th century as soon as he starts writing.

"Time bestows upon me a warning"

But my personal favorite is still the rhyming...       It.      Is.       EXTREME!

Yet finally I define; To give to you the meaning mine

For this term I have in mind, take that which I have refined

For if you are inclined to read my final line.

 

 

So yeah, i'm a bad person.

Love, Sam.

An Old Poem

By the pain I see in others
I shall learn, and I shall grow
and with the strength I hold in my arms
I will never let you go.

I will learn to love you truly
I will keep you in my mind,
and if ever you are lost
then you'll in me an answer find.

You may hurt me, you may leave me,
but when you are feeling pain,
you can simply fall back into me,
I'd love you just the same.

By the pain I see in others
I'll be born again anew,
and by the love I feel in this heart
I'll be born again in you.

You took all there was all my body my heart,
now I just want to heal but don't know where to start,
When the pieces don't fit and it hurts just to see,
Now I only wish there was no you and me,

The heat that once was, the touch of soft lips,
I can't help but recall as the mask I wear slips,
Now I wake into sorrow, this ache that I feel,
as the dreams of you tell me I don't want to heal.