Created By
Rate this Poem
My Poems
+9
|
+
6
|
Why part I |
|
+
2
|
Why part II |
|
+
3
|
Why part III |
|
+
2
|
Miss |
|
+
2
|
Simple Corpse Drawn Carriage |
|
+
3
|
How Things Change |
|
+
3
|
everytime |
|
+
5
|
trying to find her |
|
+
1
|
one night |
Why part I
Views (42)
Created on 3-13-08
Wallowing, withering, following without pillagingIf Jesus saved us why do some go to Hell for their “sins”?Yes, all he’s done is revolutionary.If he makes our destinies why are there mortuaries?But exactly the same we praise his name and we keep talkin’…Why does the blood spill to the ground?A sacrifice?To be thrown away when he’s done?A doomsday device? Why do we hurt? Why do we cry?Why do flirt with the reason to die?Why are we trying to give if we’re just giving to take?Why do we welcome in another word if we plan to forsake?No lesson learned, the truth is burned, cities turned, what we get is NOT earned.Disease among man, abuse among women.Are we play- things no matter description?I don’t care if I’m struck down by lightning!I see Judgment day every day, now isn’t that frightening? Why is it if I THINK I love someone they turn out to think I’m a child?Why do friends snitch on each other when the other still longs for the oblivious? Continuous, Conspicuous, nowhere near the point of vicious.Little exhibitionist, ostentatious, flirtatious, predacious, saboteur. Abolitionist, I used ache for your kiss, I conquer to defer because I prefer your burning liqueur. Everybody knows you reap what you sew.Paradoxical sleep, carrion crow, charity throw, Vivacious glow, used to be beautiful, but let me ask you this.Why even try to defy the ones who want to die the ones that cry, why I try to decode. Especially when you try to save someone’s life and you can’t save your own.Starving, striving to look for the answer.Timing, providing the obvious to the oblivious what else can I commit but slander?Because when I need to protect I have to disinfect the disgustingIt’s busting me to keep readjusting the ways of discussing with entrusting the ones who keep thrusting themselves into a voidI just get so annoyed with the overpopulation of the sui-destroyed that enjoyed becoming a depressing steroid So you have to ask yourself” why is it that when I try to transmit a signal that makes me admit the exquisite submission to commit a path that just won’t fit.”So I need to scream and shout where’s my assistance?I can’t find a reason for existence because the distance of this consistence of resistance is taking me down to a pawn.So help me create a way of nonconformity for these deformities are startling.
Please Login to post commentsNo comments yet, be the first to say something.
