Poetry, Quill

Superficiality of death

The world thus comes to life,

Yet death still lurks on the pretty face,

Of a mother that just lost her child,

The mourning done, all rituals over,

What next? But the void still exists!

She did everything she could,

Yet nothing changed,

“His soul is at peace”,

Well, how do you know?

What proof do you have to say it’s so?

For all these people,

That never knew her child,

That knew of his existence,

Only AFTER he died,

What good must come from this facade?

The world still keeps turning,

As it should,

And she is now alone,Her hope lost for good…

Poetry, Quill

The Best ♥️

This wonderful mind of mine,

Every breath, and every blow,

Changes its direction,

Yet I know, my heart,

It shall keep it on its course,

And take away every single doubt,

For my heart heads for home,

And a family, a warm abode,

And all of this I found right where I am,

What else? Shall a heart need,

What else shall a mind need,

And what else? Dare I ask,

From this family of mine,

Where all the love I have,

In truth, is sublime.

Poetry, Quill

Mighty, but broken.

In the broken old land,

There once lived a man,

Glorious, and mighty was he,

Trees shook with his thunder,

Boulders broke beneath his fists,

And fear striked in every foreign heart,

Yet a lanky young dame,

Tore his gleeful heart apart,

And all that was left,

Was a broken little man,

Perfect for this old and treacherous land,

And he kept his heart still hidden inside,

Too afraid for it to touch the light,

And in darkness he spent away his life.

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Brevity

Hazy Passion

There once, was I, fervent with energy, blinded by passion guided by rage. Yet this mind of mine, now sits there defeated as i have spent my soul, and I’m shaking as i sob, for i wait for life to pass me by and leave me in a weeping haze.

Poetry

Glee

Bliss never lies in happiness,

Hardwork grants no happiness,

Bliss exists in paper balls,

That hit a head as you throw it

When you giggle aloud, and you try to hide,

From teacher’s eyes mid class.

What do you Know of glee?

You, who sits up a boring desk.

You, who buttercups, the teacher but

You, who lose these worthy hours.

What good are you, a crooked lot,

That scores but never laughs.