I bite my lips, and roll my eyes
I wait patiently for this day to fly by
Playing with my hair brushed behind my ears
With a paper on the dest ad pen in my left hand
Listen to my fears, hear my thoughts
My inner voice expressing what I think
Organs move, my pulse beats, muslce and bone
I'm alive, what does it mean?
Everything with a purpose
Everything with a meaning
Everything worth expressing
Getting happy, turning angry
Ask yourself out of curiosity
From a dark point of view
Were human, some real and different
In many ways than one
Everything with it's own purpose
Ask yourself once more
Read this poem to understand
To confuse about, put down your head
Unlock and open the door
Think deep, go inside
Ask yourself your purpose
Whether it is good
Whether it is bad
Author's Notes/Comments:
Basically asking what's your purpose of life. Have you thought deeply about exactly that. Life Purpose. What it is?! Who are you?! etc.
I thought long and hard about it, but that thought is still to be determined.
when i think its for good i contemplate on all the bad things I've done and rethink my purpose...
For now i think my purpose in life is still under construction-;)
I think my purpose is good.
I think my purpose is good. Though life sometimes makes me feel otherwise. Good at heart. I think.
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I think my purpose is good.
Life in my eyes is a Blessing and Curse. And that's how this poem portrays it.
Different for everybody of course.
~*~ [ Blessed Be ] ~*~
Awesome poem
I thought long and hard about it, but that thought is still to be determined.
when i think its for good i contemplate on all the bad things I've done and rethink my purpose...
For now i think my purpose in life is still under construction-;)
Yes! and I agree. I've been
Yes! and I agree. I've been in the same position forever and I've got nothing to show other than my poetry.
Thanks for your thoughts!!
~*~ [ Blessed Be ] ~*~