Do you decide
where you are going?
Or like me,
you let yourself
be dragged away by somebody?
Do you face
whatever happens?
Or like me,
you lie hidden
behind lies, for eternity?
Do you cry
when you feel like it?
Or like me,
you hold it in
to escape mockery?
Do you smile
in your sleep?
Or like me,
you try waking
to forget what you see?
Do you delight
in what you did?
Or like me,
you wish it hadn't
gone so badly?
Like me,
do you sleep,
when you wish to wake?
do you laugh,
when you wish to weep?
do you wander,
though you know the way?
do you embrace,
those you wish to murder?
Do you do
what you want?
Or like myself,
don't realise,
the only one stopping me,
is me.
Do you enjoy
all that life brings?
Or like me,
you crawl through it,
though you were born with Fire Wings.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
poem
Put up by Midnight Sun at 9:26:00 PM
Labels: self-composed poem
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9 things said by people:
Awesome!
Me liketh it!!
Your Fire Wings don't work?
Get a new pair.
k
u selling sum????
You can't afford 'em. Borat-chor.
Random Comment No. 53:
I like my shoulder blades. They are nice and bony.
@ adi- u can have it back after the hols
@ sam- i like mine too. Though i prefer wings.
Hey! What's wrong with sleeping when you wish to wake? Sleeping's a nice healthy thing to do. Wishing to wake isn't.
come on... ppl do wish to wake...
...i wish to wake till 3am and watch movies....
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