Life...
Life
why do we abuse it,
Why do we blame it when it is the most beautilful thing in the world,
We don't blame ourself,
We don't blame superstition,
birth is loud and quick,
Death is long and peaceful,
the only thin between Birth and Death is...
Life
Always cherish it, even if it doesnt happen.
A poem by
Jared Huston
cowboyduuuck commented on Life...
06-08-2009
gothgirl1218 commented on Life...
06-08-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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