I guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
How far is one willing to go
Is all that bravado just for show
In order to do what must be done
Are you willing to perform an endless run
I’ve lost what it means to feel and walk
But that won’t stop me from backing up my talk
I’ll persevere through all of the pain
Even if there is nothing to gain.
The word “submit” isn’t in my dictionary.
So don’t come at me with that demeaning vocabulary.
Never giving up and never settling for less.
Now watch as I go and prove that I’m one of God’s best!
Don’t stop what you aspire, keep going.
2 + 2 = 5? ~~~
so you ask me to play
the number game with
reciprocal, you say,
your eyes. should i let
myself become numb,
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashes
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
I'm Finetwo words
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life
I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a
curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in
his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence,
and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears no
cruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts
out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth /
//was queried due to Perfection's birth./
My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.
The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.
My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?
Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?