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Starfish are versatile Humans are weak Starfish have such a placid lifestyle One of which we never speak They are free to do as they please Without rhyme or reason Drifting through the seven seas Never suffering such ****** treason What kills us so violently They survive Our minds, traitors, stalking silently They have none; so they thrive What leaves us so broken To the starfish is a game But they don’t end up unbroken For this they gain their fame Like a little modern hydra Of a less vicious sort Loosing just a little paraphernalia It’s arms the starfish must abort A part of it that it that it looses So that it could be free All we humans are left with at bruises Left by insecurity Every day the starfish stars anew Free from worry, free from woe To such luxuries we bid adieu And so we lead ourselves to the gallows Yet not for one moment can we regret Our greatest curse; our most beautiful blessing We pay to this world a hight debt A price we pay for all of our guessing We claim to be free But it's almost lie In the harsh reality We are free to live or die
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Arms of a Starfish
Starfish are versatile Humans are weak Starfish have such a placid lifestyle One of which we never speak They are free to do as they please Without rhyme or reason Drifting through the seven seas Never suffering such ****** treason What kills us so violently They survive Our minds, traitors, stalking silently They have none; so they thrive What leaves us so broken To the starfish is a game But they don’t end up unbroken For this they gain their fame Like a little modern hydra Of a less vicious sort Loosing just a little paraphernalia It’s arms the starfish must abort A part of it that it that it looses So that it could be free All we humans are left with at bruises Left by insecurity Every day the starfish stars anew Free from worry, free from woe To such luxuries we bid adieu And so we lead ourselves to the gallows Yet not for one moment can we regret Our greatest curse; our most beautiful blessing We pay to this world a hight debt A price we pay for all of our guessing We claim to be free But it's almost lie In the harsh reality We are free to live or die
This is from ages ago but I'm slowly working thorough all the poems in my note book.
#first#poem#rhyme#scheme
Ancient-Greeklet
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
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