''Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world''
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lost
We are the banished ones
And perhaps we always will be
Is the world too crowded for us?
Is the world too mundane?
I think about you just the same,
No matter where you are from,
It kills me that I bother,
It is such an exausting process
I can feel this vengeful desire,
Because every single bone in my body
Wants to crush through the earth-core
Wants to crush through dirt more,
I am a self-destructive weapon,
I jump from hell straight into heaven,
It kills me that I struggle,
It is such an exausting process
I throw myself into trouble,
Because whenever I try to talk to you,
The words cease to come out of my mouth
The words cease to come out-loud
I know that there is a part of me that is lost,
I know that there is a part of me in us,
It kills me that I wonder
It is such an exausting process
The eternal struggle we all must go through. A two sided struggle, good and evil. Which will win? the one you decide to feed with your thoughts, actions and words.
Interesting write on the struggles in this life. Nice:}
There are many pretty flowers and we sometimes seek them but the prettiest flowers are those you can be yourself with and love for themselves. Too much struggle in friendship or love wears on our hearts and souls. Nice poem.
Ha ha... Cool write-up. I don't wonder you're exhausted. Give going with the flow a try, even if it's just long enough to catch your breath : )
Very nice write!