|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Articles/Stories Administration
|
|
Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
Beating of Obedience
I don't like what you've done to me; I hate what you've done to me.
How you've treated me over the years.
You've brought me down, bribed me with possessions I could get from anywhere and from anyone.
You've done NOTHING to save the son you lost years ago.
It's funny what I've seen; what I've done.
You've done NOTHING to help any people of the sort.
You must change the world your-self, you must change yourself with others.
If you leave others to be crushed under the weight of the world, you will be left by yourself to face everything; the pain, the loss, the memories..
I face the world with a crowd of allies, following me.
They need not follow me, they do because I helped them and pushed the world back up.
I'm like a general with an army of few, but I do not wage war, I continue my deeds
All while the people of the world lose the fight with their inner darkness
All because YOU do not wish to help, you want not be involved.
The lost lose something they wanted to let drift off.
The miserable bear the burden of famine for the long lost happiness.
The forgotten try to cloak themselves with the rest of society whilst obtaining their unknown reputation with them self.
The happy take their steps without realizing they could join one of the factions in a heart-beat.
There is no such thing as true happiness.
There is no such thing as happiness, only the filling of emotions that become worn over the years.
We create ourselves.
We develop ourselves.
And we destroy ourselves.
[Live with meaning, forgive for lessons, and fade with a message]
|
|
|
|
|