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A game
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Thoughts It's insane how everything in life now seems to be a game.
We take so much for granted,
granted that most of us are afraid of change.
To change is to grow and when you grow nothing stays the same.
Values become hassles!
How can that be, do you like me, do you love me, or do you just lust for what you see
We find ourselves intrigued by misleading ways.
Mischief and misfits where disrespect reigns.
Chivalry is nonexistent, the absence of persistence.
Where consistency is no longer continuous and love has now become ambiguous.
Promiscuous vs Monogamy!
There's a side of we, that we hardly see.
cherished moments become faded memories.
We pay attention to the mention of materialistic possessions,
possessions become possessing.
We count money but forget to count our blessings.
At a time where lessons are no longer learned.
And feelings
Screw feelings we're no longer concerned.
They say you plan to fail if you fail to plan.
So then if you fail to love do you love to fail.
The price we pay for mistakes we make,
Is to high for me.
And I'm to high to see
What's below love, Integrity and honesty.
Because honestly to me it's insane
How everything in life now seems to be a game.
Unsaid
"...There's a side of we, that we hardly see...: balanced, rhythmic, and hard hitting meaningful line that! When spoken outloud (as poems must be read out loud eventually) and commited to the vocal realm, the ear hears what the eye and mind miss. Cliches are powerless. But this line has power and connotations(meanings beyond the words) - which is where the poet lives. Be well, your acquaintance ~allets~
Very to-the-point expression
Very to-the-point expression here. You write with honest and rigid essence of your truth. It is true, that feelings are not facts, and that they are feelings, of which we all have....fleeting...intangible.... and we all have times when we become confused about this very thing of which you speak of in this beautiful expression in your poem, and we have to ride it out, like a surfer on a wave, ever knowing that these things of 'integrity' are spiritual in nature, and not 'facts' for everyone...and in order to live with each other, we have to allow individuality of belief...to have ~peace~ without, and more importantly, within. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "