#sonnet18
shall i compare myself to others every day?
they are more charming, and more talented:
tough luck does take its toll; often too hefty to pay,
and the bill of regrets is way past its due date;
sometimes too hot the baton of pride burns inside,
and often in a sea of mediocrity naked, i swim;
and every ball from ball sometimes drops,
by a poet in his underpants, and ***** untrimm’d;
but my eternal hard-on shall not fade,
nor lose faith inside the hole i bore’st;
nor shall spite keep me from dues unpaid,
when that eternal hard-on in time so grow’st:
so long as i can sing, profoundly and care-free,
so long lives this - it’s a fun read, won’t you agree?
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
in the life we experience
there is one thing that is certain
which is death.
each thing, everything,
will come to an ultimate demise
and in which they will no longer exist
and everything they achieved
loved and cared for
is eventually forgotten
and no one remembers who sonnet 18 is written about.
because humanity is selfish,
we care for only ourselves and those who are too close
but even then we forget those ones as well.
and we forget who they were
what they were like
what they did
and if the area around their eyes crinkled or not when they smiled
everyone has a choice in this world, to either do great things,
or to forget those who did them.
everyone remembers the president,
but who remembers the name of the school teacher who gave her life for 16 children three years ago?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
My love,
I love you for being pure, pure like a breath of fresh air in a sizzling day
I love you for being innocent, innocent like a baby just born
I love your grandeur ,stands like a tree yet speaks like silk
I love your wisdom,witted and cheerful.
I love your halo, shining with thy glow.
I can’t imagine the days without you, my muse and my bread
Farewell, Farewell.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC