#shakespeareinspired
Thy velvety pink lining has revolted against thy most honorable wishes.
'tis now an angry, burning red!
Much like the doomy pits of hell!
And hell is how one should describe thee.
But why? Why doth thy choose such a path?
could one have followed an alternate?
will thy destiny have changed?
Explosions as mighty as all the worlds volcanoes
oozing pain, thy knees tremble like an earthquake
One can no longer enjoy the purity of ones skin
One can no longer live carefree
If kept a secret, thy shall be no different than a murderer!
A soothing touch.
Although, the rain hath left no moisture.
The grounds crack and ache for a new rain to fall.
Thou shalt not ponder such occurrences...for will it come?
One has high hopes.
As high as the heavens.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
All the world’s just a stage,
Where we strut, fret, and age.
Men and women appear,
Play their roles year by year,
Then exit — life turns the page.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
There once was a soul in dismay,
Who pondered life’s path day by day.
“To be… or not be?”
He asked quietly —
As the world kept its answers at bay.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC