• Life
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    She cries her eyes out at the shear thought that some of us hate her so much

               That we choose the hauntingly permanent mystery of death,

                                                                Over her…


    She tries to subside her guilt by lavishing us with the serene wonders of nature

    And the blind and hopeful give in to this weak attempt at reconciliation

        But the rest of us mock her cruelty and like a child bully

                    Do the same to our peers…


    There something frightening about her that surpasses any fear humans have

    She never means to break the people who she loves

                She’s a hostess from hell with a heart fit for heaven


    In fact she invented a day and a night so that she can provide us with two dreams

    One that is comprehensible, achievable, and real

                            The other distant and false but always there and retrievable


    She burned her fingers trying to force the sun to shine in our direction

                      And caught a cold by begging the sky to make the world sparkle

    She even sacrificed pride to cry to the universe to give us memories

                            Life risked everything to give us happiness


    But she’s getting old and she forgets to remind us that God is still here

                            She forgets to watch the weather

    Forgets to warn us of the dangers that she has caused through her dark innocence

                                        Can we really hate her?


    Can we ever really hate Life?

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    jenifer commented on SHE ONLY LOVES


    natures proud, a very good write. applause all around.

    dahlusion commented on SHE ONLY LOVES


    Beautiful, really beautiful. The closing line/question is profound. Bravo!



    Thanks Dahlusion! I haven't been on this site for a while. I look forward to reading some of your poems. :)

    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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