LIFE is a bucket full of IRONY.. it's a package DEAL you'd find HARD to COMPLY but even HARDER to DISREGARD.. it's either you DIVE IN and DROWN to be ALIVE.. or HOVER thousands of feet above the ground to DEVASTATATION.. it is INCOMPREHENSIBLE and INTOLERABLE.. but it GIVES you a COURSE to UNDERSTAND and ENDURE life..


--sUch a woRk oF aRt--

vaGue oR iRoniC?

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..i'm an outgoing but exclusive person..i like sticking to a single perspective but i often think twice..i love to share but i keep things to myself..i like expressing my thoughts but i make myself unheard..i am sensitive but i care less to what others may say..i like it when people turn to me but i deprive myself from running to them..i love life but i make it complicated..

Saturday, December 26, 2009

A Poem that doesn't Rhyme

It’s been a while since I last wrote,
Rhyming words that I put to note,
My thoughts oh they seem to afloat,
What else could be here in my boat?

I used to find an easy time,
Compose a line after each line,
Tell me, have I missed my own prime?
I cannot just sit here and whine.

So let me now turn back the page,
I haven’t seen in ‘bout an age,
As I leaf through I cannot weigh,
On the heavy words my eyes now lay.

I have then come to realize,
As I gaze and scrutinize,
Most of the words, to my surprise,
Were from a soul and heart that cries.

Would you mind if I just insist?
Pardon me if I can’t resist.
My views were roofed before with mist,
‘May have clouded my entire gist.

Well rhyme or grime it doesn’t matter,
My words may wane but I won’t bother,
Coz my life now is in such a harmony,
I believe ‘tis best than rhyme with agony.