life · 7:57pm Oct 8th, 2022
If I reach the skies,
I wonder if I would see what I was not meant to see,
And with a thousand tries,
To create what was not meant to be.
If I reached the bottom of the unknown,
I wonder if I would discover what had not been found before,
And to give the world what it has to be shown.
To marvel at what was at its core.
To reach the limits of our knowledge,
It's a feat to be proud of, that’s for sure.
To push the limits to the edge,
It’ll give us the undivided world’s honour.
Question not what you see, but what we hear, indeed.
To trust our feelings, senses, and everything that makes us, us,
To show us our fateful deed,
We’ll always hang on, no muss, no fuss.
To show all the beauty of the chaos,
That is to be found in the heart of the earth,
But I wonder, how to get the message across,
So that the feelings I want to see can be brought forth.
Thinking about messages of life,
How are we alive?
A system filled with naught but strife,
We work twice the amount to even jive.
Almost as if the world was hateful towards the people,
With all the pain that we caused Mother Earth,
It almost seems our life is some sort of prequel,
To the great destruction to bring about rebirth.
And on to the next part of our lives,
Where we are no longer spectators, and in control,
And into the unknown we shall truly dive,
To be alive, free and to show our truest heart and soul.
...you okay?
are you good ?
Have you taken the crazy pills
To create what was not meant to be.
"It was never meant to be!" - Eret
(Sorry, had to do it.)
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Guys it was a poem about life why do you think im crazy
That is a very nice poem. A real thought provoker.
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Now what's Wrong about being Crazy, Aren't we all a little crazy, But in all seriousness i ask if you are good do to most of the time when someone start talking in Poems life has been shit for them
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I sensed a bit of a darker undertone from some of the lines. Could just have been simple suspiciousness from spening too much time on the internet. Or my rather distateful consideration of (modern) poetry. Curse you, hermetic poetry of my senior German classes!