"whatelse" poems
Life is nothing but a mere game, where your starting bet is your life, and no matter whatelse you put into it, losing is inevitable.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
Is it realistic to want more then we are given?
Should it be a goal to want the life someone else is living?
When do you wave the white flag and ultimately give up?
Or do you keep pressing forward and hoping that you'll have a stroke of luck?
Life is full of so many unexpected ups and downs,
One can become confused on who to let go and keep around.
People don't care about no one but themselves
One minute you are being shown off, and the next you're on a shelf
Collecting cobwebs and dust
when before you were the center of their desire and lust.
So easily to be replaced by the next one who comes along,
That if you walked away they won't even notice you're gone.
New isn't always better,
the grass isn't always greener or wetter.
Some wonder how you'd allow yourself to be such a doormat,
Some choose to belong, then to be alone whatelse can compete with that?
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
War has changed...
It's no longer about nations, ideologies, or ethnicity.
It's an endless series of battles without meaning.
Fought by soldiers, machines and whatelse is at our disposel.
These wars left our world in chaos.
Creating, altering and destroying it,
the anthem is all it remains.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Whatelse can say,
What can I do?
When a barrel of a gun
Is shoved into the neck of my agony.
Do I cry for bread,
Or do I cry for freedom?
From ugly minds whose belly is hell?
Am I any special?
Or am I, at least, human?
To tread like a cow for their pockets,
As they milk my degrees?
They eat the meat of my wage.
Their beef with me, like wolves,
Sits in the plates of their children.
Do I die with grief,
Or do I live with love?
To depart with an everlasting smile,
Loving them still,
Loving the color of my blood.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC