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"Existential Theory" *
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Sad I am for a reason, though I'm not sure what it is.
Forget all the treason, my life is just the shiz.
I've spent so much time making life hard,
My own anger catching me off guard.
Not quite knowing what was showing,
Problems growing, steam just blowing,
Chubby Bunny isn't funny,
Someone's running with my money.
Stuff that I've now learned about me,
Not sure how I lived without me.
I've got issues, don't chew tissues,
What would you do if I kissed you?
Nonchalantly, but you want me.
Past may taunt me, but can't haunt me.
Magically, you stick me, quickly,
Rhythmically, you prick me, flick me.
Mister Wizard, why is this hard?
Life has summers, and its winter.
Harsh and kind, just states of mind,
Happy, sad, these states I've had.
Been depressed, done up, undressed,
Failed a test, fed up, out stressed.
But, I think I see the secret,
Life is nothing you don't make it.
We still can't control what we get,
But we decide how we take it.
-Lo Ruhamah
whoa there.. this poem is GREAT!! it's full of wisdom and so much truth about life, with a bit of personal touch. i love poems like these. now i have to read more of your stuff, cuz i really enjoyed this one. =)
"We still can't control what we get,
But we decide how we take it."
:) yeah great lines and good poem. uhm yeah i think thats all..
Magically, you stick me, quickly,
Rhythmically, you prick me, flick me.
Mister Wizard, why is this hard?
Life has summers, and its winter.
ahh. like a beautiful summer breeze...