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#predetermined
Butterflies dance around Creating fate ever so Even with the screaming sound As if we are spellbound We are all actors in a show Butterflies dance around They have our fate aground It cannot be changed, oh-no Even with the screaming sound No control on the battleground Best to lay as a willow Butterflies dance around Memories with us turn brown People always come and go Even with the screaming sound Life is never fully bound Have faith in will even though Butterflies dance around Even with the screaming sound.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Butterfly Effect
I attained that you are predetermined, quiet and an ever stalwart girl I attained you are admiring success and you are precisely deigned with truthful excitement and analyses each move you make you are an expertise really, and you have the ability to learn with understanding you're introspective, yet you're introvert Let me say you like September breeze - my month That's why I have a faculty to detect a bigger picture of you That's why I consociate with you I'm sure God brought you to life just for me Me and you have allotment in common, and we can achieve the innermost of it I would name her portia, your name of course if I were to have a baby girl with you from your intellectualist optimism,   I'm sure she would adapt clearly I'm sure she would suits the two of us' s integrity if we are a summer breeze, she would be like a December beverage The three of us full of smiles
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
Portia would be her name
Has my path been random or has it been ordained? Did I make the choices that led me to this life so strained? Some would say I was tested and it was always the path ahead. Every choice and word predetermined, all destined to be said. I always believed I was independent and making my own way. But I have come to doubt it, I am so less certain of myself today. Every choice I made has led me here to writing this today. Less certain than before, less belief in all the words I've had to say. Confused by life and doubting in just who the hell I am. Always predetermined, cosmically intended to fail at the exam. There is no sense to it if I was always meant to fall. And there really was no purpose to testing me at all. So even if its random and has all been by my choice. The failure has been even greater and I am just an empty voice.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC
Failing the Final Exam