A Life Lived
Before, my world used to breathe
with joy and love,
Laughter filled my journey.
Until everything misty stumbled on my way,
Just then, I realized, life is rough.
I pondered with destiny for so long,
I shared my emotions out loud.
Hate overflowed my screaming soul,
Just then, I realized, life must go on.
I raced with my dreams in the air,
I forced my shadow to run.
Deep within myself a girl cries,
Just then, I realized, life must be lived.
Treasures fulfilled my faith,
My tears were offered to dry.
Love again entered my dark haven,
Just then, I realized, life is worth living.
It is…it is…
I make poems like these a lot, I guess it pictures my craving for humane imagination and poetry that gives a little bite of life.. I just don't get why I always end up with melancholic themes on every poem and story that I write, I'm not that pessimistic. I just don't know why.
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This may never be read, but I'll type it anyway. I've been searching the internet tonight in search of whatever I can find regarding 'human imagination.' I too have found it in poetry, and I am trying to seek it out elsewhere. Also I wrote poetry today with the intention of a humane imagination that turned out negative. Oh why?
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