#sharepoetry
Five senses attracted people in a lighted room
and be one lonely man long I thought
which one I should follow
Wanting my llife to be worth of more likes
I stared at the five senses
wondering which one to please
They say an eye for an eye,
that vision is ideal
but to me vision was blind
The privilege to hear
the lovely melodies of life,
but hearing turned me deaf
The taste of life,
feeling deep the flavor of each experiance
but to me life was tasteless
It is the touch that affects mankind,
a babie's most used sensor
but I only touched rasors
All the beautiful smells in the world,
a fresh flower's beginning
but I ony got to smell the dead ones
Oh,these senses that people follow
vision,hearing,taste,touch and smell
are only to fulfill their materialistic nature
The sixth sense,
the one most misunderstood by mankind
this is the one everyone should follow
The sixth sense,
not instict but a man mind's spirit and persona
a world too small for unmaterialistic virtues.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Why do we really live when none of us cherishes and enjoys life everyday?
Why are we the chosen ones to be intelligent enough to act like fools?
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion
unequipped,they are all gone.
King lost with a face of horror,
I have almost retreated.
It is foresworn
that the enemy will seat on the throne.
As he is about to abandon his crown by force,
he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might.
His soldiers may be walking towards Hades
but he decides to stand tall
and he starts a new killing spree.
When I think my heart,my castle shall go on
my precious beam of hope falls to the ground.
My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams.
Oh foolish king,
had you allowed me to fight too,
a worn out castle would not not be now burning
in the hands of your rage.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
After all the lights close
and the blinds shut,
Here he stands
wathching everything getting rough
For now he sees the sins of the day
and life's curse entailes him to act brave
This tiny creature ,let him be blessed
to dream big.
Let him feel the dawn of the day
hurt when he hunts his pray,
live for only him
and weep when his loved ones go to deep sleep
Life I am begging you
let him compare thee to a dream
and be an entitled human
in a world of machines
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC