I find this void full of myself for that is who I think of when there is none
yet when there's even one
one person whom in I find hope
I find them and will fill them with my time
with my heart
with my compassion
with my dreams
with my hope
for emotion
flows through a vien too full
it must be let
and not stopped by the stent of reason
and it can't be spent on oneself in a manner that doesn't hurt
and I can't be spent on another that doesn't run the risk of hurt
yet it must be spent
and not on yourself for you are detestable and have no confidence no faith no pride
it must be spent on another who you think has it
has what you deem it takes to be
"_____"
fill it in
with what that positive desire you desire is
and know it to be true
don't you
oh corrupt at heart we are
oh broken are we
yet we still
see the good in others
though they may be few and unmet
they exist outside of that group
that group you hate
and embodied with
all of the horrenity of humanity
of hell
oh yes you compare yourself to them
oh yes you compare all to them
yet you never scrutinize your chosen few
for their flaws
oh that one little thing they did
is that really full examination of their flaws
oh does that truly qualify
no it doesn't
and never shall we break these chains
and if so the few has just been unmet
this is our hearts pure
and purely rudimentary in corruption
something
something
something deep inside
keeps these works alive
and so today I write
with not the passion or the severance
but rather the endurance
that keeps my works alive
so that the next time
the next time I need to
conquer an emotion
need to quench a desire
need to inspire
ESTÁ A LER
O' I take Emotion
Ficção AdolescenteI posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample I take a look around and I see not faces but places places were faces are hid hid behind the wome...
