<3*{oRiGaMi}*<3 wonders:


Outside, the city makes it’s noise,
and people drive from street to street,
searching for their souls.
Searching for their own lost cause.
This place is void of spirit,
all the disconnected people,
walking with their plastered-on grins.
Unable to remove them,
so unaware of freedom.
Arrogance clouds the tired faces of men
as they stroll through their jail cell,
self detained.
Echoing off of the walls are the illusions of perfection.
Where the best of friends are strangers,
and the blindness goes unnoticed.

Keep in mind I’m 13
Please star this
Have a fantabulous day!

jefford wonders:


Poem # 1: History Repeats Itself
Reminiscing
Silently covering up an oblivion deep inside
Excruciating
The pain is too slow
I’m numb
I can’t feel the pain
But it sure is irritating me

The candle’s flickering
The wind’s blowing
The darkness’s spreading
The silence deafening

I am trying to find my way out
I may not find my way out
I should find my way out
I would find my way out
I can’t find my way out

Blindness
Too much sight to see
But too little details to notice about
I’m too far
But every thing’s inches away
Too much sounds to hear
But too little thoughts to listen to

History repeats itself

History against personality
History against norms
History against reality
History transcending into clamor
History prevailing
while the future’s vague

Repeating
Repeating over and over again
Repeated hymns
Repeated voices
Repeated swirls
Repeated chaos
Over and over again

Itself
Itself in the making
Itself destroying
Itself dying
Itself surviving
Itself recovering
Itself reviving
Itself resurrecting

I am
I am now
I am today
I am tomorrow
I am out of time
I am dead
I am alive
I am weak
I am helpless
I am foolish
I am stupid
I am dumb
I am
I..

Poem # 2: The New Face of Insanity
Piercing itself through the middle of nonsense
Where ideas are vague and emotions are dense
Creating an abyss beyond all silence
Epitomizing actions full of pretense

A different world is already projected
A place where no one is directly connected
A phony little world with a little mask created
Yet deep inside, they’re bleeding and completely jaded

In the darkest corner of one’s own mind
Are scars and blisters of what’s left behind
Seeking for comfort and hoping to find
The spot where real and imaginations unwind

A fire in the ice and a chill in a flame
Reasoning sank when all emotions came
Defending the weakness of our personal name
Only exposing our ego to shame

As silence prevails, the feelings collide
With a sense of oblivion no one can provide
Hypocrisy kills and so is our pride
A slice of nostalgic suffering inside

A different world, a different capacity
A different side of all humanity
Remolding rebellious into perversity
Clearly the new face of the same insanity…

Freakin’ Jesus wonders:


Leap of faith

If you could see the truth, and taste it too
If all men could do the same
They would do as I have done
And I would be called sane

But, mercy be, fortunately, that
Ignorance is bliss, and blindness
Glee, for those with such blessings
Do not glimpse behind closed doors

Shadows, in truth, managerie
Challenge mere man’s sanity
And dare a leap of sunny hope
With a bungee cord of rope

Dangle, and see the clouds
Not parting, soul in meatself
Not departing, trapped, embroiled
As blood drips, it still sticks

Ahhh, refreshing crack does not relieve
The roiling eye darts sleeve and sleeve
And consciousness limp form does not leave
Sleep does not come, and eyes simply bleed

Mercy would destroy, faith would carry
Yet I stay, no Charon’s ferry
Just the mangled face in the mirror
And the strings strung from starlit sky

If moonlit maw would consume me
Call me up, and abuse me
I would not care, should I be freed
From the rot and pain of mortal toil.

So I hang, time not passing
Eternal life too everlasting
Death, oblivion, how I wish,for I see
only my shadow’s mockery
Please, please, please tell me WHY you have any opinions about it, good or bad, I could care less, just reasons! (if you just want two points, though, it is fine if you don’t, I guess…)
If, on the off chance, someone else actually answers it, keep in mind that the poem is not meant to be taken seriously (hence the sporadic rhyme scheme, sing-songy language, and diction that borders the line between morbid and simply ridiculous).
Thanks for your opinion Buppy….your completely baseless opinion…

truluv exists! wonders:


Half circle brick, the concrete cold,
My heinous crime to be 6 years old.
A childs saturday too be full of delight,
the roars from within, “patience young mite.”
An accountancy well and its business is turf,
acorn to oak, encourages my lack of worth.
Looks of sorrow from men in and out,
by the end of our shift them boys will have nowt.
The lengths of ribbon that cover the door,
& an ol boy from dub’ causing all out war.
Another race down how many more can there be?
I wanna go home to normality.
“Can we go now” i mumble & mutter,
“in a minute darling, i’ll have one last flutter”
There just going down and i scamper a look,
a very strange way of making a book.
Im struggling now to come to an end.
As the pack come on round the second last bend.
Full of face delight, but others are blue,
boy hoisted aloft as the mare thunders on through.
The obsession paid off, the wad to the boss,
denial evokes blindness to a child’s sense of loss.
part 2 to follow.

<3*{oRiGaMi}*<3 wonders:


Outside, the city makes it’s noise,
and people drive from street to street,
searching for their souls.
Searching for their own lost cause.
This place is void of spirit,
all the disconnected people,
walking with their plastered-on grins.
Unable to remove them,
so unaware of freedom.
Arrogance clouds the tired faces of men
as they stroll through their jail cell,
self detained.
Echoing off of the walls are the illusions of perfection.
Where the best of friends are strangers,
and the blindness goes unnoticed.

Keep in mind I’m 13
Please star this
Have a fantabulous day!