life isn't serious
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Topic: life

yeah...i realized life isn't serious.....because if it was i'd be dead. because i could possibly be the epitome of unseriousness, you know. unserious. no serious. not serious. maybe. anyways i wrote this poem read it and weep. well if you weep you might be a bit too dramatic, it's not that serious, i promise. well then again nothing is serious, but everything is serious. please understand. fine, you don't have to. here's the poem. read and breathe. breathing is good. i commend your goodness.

 

(perhaps my favorite, yet)

 

how dare you judge me

from the indecent way

my hair falls in

short black strands

how dare you

indefinitely brand me

the scum of life

when you yourself don’t

even ask my name?

 

Don’t judge my broken wings

I am just a bird

Without flight

A sail

Without wind

 

How dare you judge me

By the slashes on my heart?

I know I’m a bit bitter

But how can you discard me as hopeless

Just because I paint

My nails black

Like the darkness I so eagerly seek

That I am so different from you?

 

Don’t judge my broken wings

I am just a bird

Without flight

A sail

Without wind

 

How different am I,

When we bleed the same blood?

 

i liked this one lot i guess because it really makes me wonder sometimes. yeah. i don't know. it's whatever honestly. honestly.