Genericman Yellow Belt
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 4:31 pm Post subject: A collection, one at a time. |
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These are my works of poetry, I have a free form, free feel, emo-ness to all my poems, 'cus in all honesty I only write them when I'm deeply and thoroughly depressed. Here's one, I do believe I'm writing it on the spot.
Why?
Why are we here?
What are we doing?
What is our purpose?
Are we supposed to interact with others?
Are we supposed to simply mate and die?
Are we supposed to gain as much money as we can?
Dose one person matter?
Dose a single instant change the world?
Does thinking about a good deed make something better?
Can an emotion be dangerous or positive?
Can a god really be out there for us?
Can a voice make difference?
Is not life supposed to be lived?
Is not each individual supposed to be individual?
Is not every minute of everday more than the last one?
These questions
No answers
No reason
Why?
Why the questions?
Why no rhyme?
Why no reason?
Why no order?
Why love?
Why hate?
Why violence?
Why you?
Why me?
Why birth?
Why death?
Why?
Why?
Why? |
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