I dont update this blog regularly,
But I find a need to keep important memories in check.
Thats why you will find that updates,
comes in intervals of a few days, months or even years.
haha. will be posting up poems/pharases ive made from the previous month.
till then,
WATCH THIS SPACE!! ]:)
Heres a sample,
A Childhood Toy.
With a story anew,
Nobody saw how it will end.
Nor anybody knew,
how the soul will bend.
It feels good to be a puppet,
Moving only when my strings are pull.
Being toyed around like a muppet,
Madly charging around like a bull.
As dawn explodes,
Even metal turns to rust.
And when worlds implodes,
Even bone turns to dust.
Today I woke up and met dismay,
A story of love turns to hate.
Like a childhood toy being thrown away,
And this life- i'm finally resigning to fate.
-Me(:
This is a poem of a person, who lives life as a puppet. Seeking only to make other happy, moving only when told. Then one day, the person gets abbandon and thrown away due to lack of ambition- a puppet has no heart in reality. Its a sad life, infact.
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