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Colm Mar 2017
How can a human being be so good?
Have such good parents?
Have such a good upbringing?
Have some good friends?
Get a good education, at a good institution?
Have good enough degrees to get a good enough job?
Have a good enough mind to problem-solve?
And everyday continually subscribe to a method which means that they will thrive?
And with every success still remain not a snob?
How can any human being be so good, so well brought up?
And yet still after everything, be so messed up?
Metaphorically speaking of course.... ;)
Jenny Mar 2017
Yesterday,
It is full of smiles that it starts happily
Eyes show the truth,  the reality
I'm so HAPPY, happy of things that surrounds me!

Recently,
I discovered something strange
That shocked my whole system in a short range
Because I once believed a fake news that spreads rapidly.

How could I possibly accept that lie?
Is that what I deserve?
Do people know the reason why?
Unlimited questions that continuously occupying my mind

Tears flow,
Laughter turns to endless frown
Mood shifted from happy to sad
Am I truly fine with it?
How could adversity come unexpectedly when you recently felt genuine happiness?
alena Mar 2017
When madly in love
One doesn't ask questions

Especially not why or how

And that is the most hopeful thing I've ever known
The Silence Mar 2017
If love was lost, would all be hate?
If time was gone, would we be left to wait?
If money was worthless, would stealing be wrong?
If cures were hopeless, would life last long?
Questions surround, closing me in.
Answers unfound, will knowledge win?
eF Mar 2017
Reoccurring thoughts.
Ring in your ear like gunshots
Reoccurring thoughts.
Don't know if repeating yourself in a haiku is acceptable.
But it made hella sense. To me atleast.
Poetic Eagle Mar 2017
My life is mystery
A question that wants to remain unanswered
If l find the answer life changes the question
Life is PAIN
i wonder if l will uncover something someday
Delta Swingline Mar 2017
Kind of a loaded question isn’t it?
Is there something you’ve lost?
Something you’ve spent?

Put yourself behind and look ahead
Don’t you gain something if you give something instead?
Do you have a family? Or friends? Who you’d do anything for?
Do you value yourself but see that they’re worth more?

I’m not a perfect person, that I can say
I’m only human but is selfish really the way?

Maybe you’d give up time for pain or for strife
But when it matters the most, do you give up your own life?

Maybe you’ve got it all, and you’ve got a life to live
But those who lose everything for others always have more to give

Maybe you don’t care, you’d give up nothing at all
You put yourself high up on that shelf, I hope you enjoy the fall

After reading some words that needlessly rhyme
I’ll ask the same question, but you answer this time

If everything matters, fate, destiny, and luck,
This question falls to you:

So what do you give up?
This is the poem that started it all. 5th period English class, and everybody was cheering afterwards. I haven't stopped writing since.
Kash Mar 2017
They tell me I am disordered
That the disease skews my vision
But I can't help that what I see first hand
Rings more truth that expert opinions

A battle of logic
A reassessment of my past
Solid justifications?
Or am I with in the wrath?
JAC Mar 2017
The answer
We've both been searching for
Is the question
We both avoid.
Damian Murphy Mar 2017
If all were either black or white,
If grey areas there were none;
If all were either wrong or right,
One or the other, no question,
Would it be either good or bad?
Would it be a blessing or curse?
Would it make us happy or sad?
Would we be better off or worse?
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