#debates
A Question.
In Answer to a Question
Is not an Answer …
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:24 PM UTC
Listen up
This goes out to all of you
I just wanna bring up the things that I've been through
First off I am multi cultural
Meaning that I am part of many things, but I don't belong at all
Secondly. I'm a Female.
How about you sit and listen to what it entails....
A young girl, driven by dreams
Only to be brought down by men with low esteem
But hey, what can I do?
What i'm saying is that if I don't give in than it's an issue
Oh no! Did I just say something wrong?
How about I change the subject, so that I don't prolong
Anyways, what was I saying?
Let's talk about the anger and hate people are displaying
Wait, is that too much for you to handle
Maybe I should stop before the president declares this a 'scandal'
Whoops. There I go again
I know that ya'll are waiting for this **** to end
But hey, it can't. Because this is the truth
And I'm sorry that you heard it, from a troubled youth.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
You know what I like?
People who don't discuss people but rather when they open their mouths there's a different vibe.
The questions they ask make you feel alive as you decide
Like "Do animals commit suicide?"
"Would you die if it meant your beloved could live forever?"
"Let's say you did , what if they didn't want to live because y'all were no longer together?"
Then that's the waste of a wish, I like people who think of that kinda stuff.
I say the cup's half full, you say the cup is half empty, & they're like "how deep is the cup?"
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
This poem is my presence,
In a world devoid of its quintessence
It needs not know my name,
'Cause I ain't looking for fame
I ain't looking for love,
Already got it from above
I ain't looking for gold,
'Cause shit's free when I'm old
Neither am I looking for recognition,
'Cause I have my own mission
One's losing is another's winning,
But this oblivious planet
just keeps spinning
Why pursue something that fades,
But ignore the crisis that pervades?
We're living in a world full of baits,
Constantly making us salivate,
Towards the things that manipulate
The brittle but
truth immaculate,
Where dialectics and debates
Flourish and permeate,
But situations only exacerbate
Love now, 'til it's too late
iamthe_avatar ©2016
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
Why are we born?
What are we doing here?
What will we do
To the lives given to us?
Many questions asked,
Trying to unmask the truth;
But no one else knew
The true reason for living.
Some pursue what they want,
Some take the toll.
Some ruin other’s lives,
And some, clueless as it seems.
Why are given
The life we’re living anyway?
Does Fate play it safe
Or is it God’s plan?
Try finding it out yourself,
You might be surprised;
The people around you are clueless
But you reflect why.
No one else know
Your reason of existence
Except yourself;
Look into a deeper side.
I might have just
Found out my own reason;
If I guess I didn't,
I wouldn't have written this.
The answer is just
In your own self.
Just dig deeper though,
And you might just find it.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Let me have a drink,
I don't want responsibilities,
I don't want to think.
Just let me have a ******* drink,
drown myself in my sorrow,
keep me from thinking of tomorrow.
For if I numb my mind enough,
and drown my sorrows in a beer,
I can accomplish anything that is rough,
while making my mind bright and clear.
Or is that what I tell myself,
as I pop open that bottle,
telling myself my mind will be clear.
And with each drink I gain confidence,
believing that I gain competence,
like a man who fought no wars,
yet surrounds himself with ******
Speaking of stories which I never knew,
and thinking of the next lie I will brew.
So do I need this drink to live?
or merely just to have a story to give?
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC