"abnout" poems
It rains and rains.
Day after day.
Night after night.
Water falling from the sky.
Soaking the floor below.
Washing up the dirt.
Confining people to their shelters,
Giving them time to think.
Are there thoughts meaningful or not?
They are in fact theirs to own,
But do they bore themselves?
And the rain suggests this meditation.
As the sky leaks,
Covering the plants,
Giving them life,
While the birds bathe,
And the mushrooms flourish.
Yet, people still think only of themselves.
They dont wonder abnout the birds,
Or the mushrooms.
They worry about vanity.
They worry about relationships,
Retirement, family, health, sports.
They do nothing but worry.
But few can appreciate the rain
Few can let their mind at ease
Listen to the droplets,
And not worry.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Pain, Pain, Pain
You left me
All alone
To fight for myself
And everyday I miss you
You built up
Another life for yourself
Taking the easy, coward's way out
Without a single thought abnout what you left behind
You just threw it all away
Controlled by your fear
Hurt, Hurt, Hurt
So much ********
And I have to pretend that I'm
Happy
Because I love you
I secretely hate your new life
And I just wish I could turn back time
To fix your mistake
This isn't how things should have gone
So I compose myself, put a fake smile on my face
And quietly listen to her BS
And I don't have the courage to get mad at you
I don't have the strength to tell you the truth
I love you so much
But I'm a stranger to you
Give me a silent hug
But ignore the screaming wall between us
I love you
But you no longer know me
Maybe you never did
[Please daddy heal the aching pain inside my heart before it's too late, before everything is lost forever]
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC