Untitled And time comes and goes, With a destination unknown, Measured by itself; Carrying with limitless strength, All the elements Of Fate. For every life, Among time’s infinite burden, Arises a day, Eyes wide with realization, Where one must decide Alone. The priorities, Listed deep within tampered souls, Damaged; misarranged. Lifestyles wronged by society, Distorted happiness, Dead hearts. To bloom only once, Without all petals open wide, Sheltered from outside, Is to deny light the chance to Reveal the beauty, Of life. The sun will shine bright, So let it show you a meaning, Live life for that light: The happiness granted to you, When it’s not your own At heart. -Thomas Fox
There is something within you, friend. Di(v)e ever deeper, and seek IT. Then bring it out into the world, and drive the cockroaches away... with your LIGHT!
and you are a disgusting conglomeration of misapprobriated conceptions. but what difference does it make
tommy... what a brilliant mind hard to find poetry with actual connotation, not just mindless babble keep writing more they are effing awsome!