I like to write poetry in my spare time. . .I don't think I'm good at all, but some of my friends totally disagree with me. . .Here's a poem I wrote recently (and don't tell me I'm EMO, they're not all like it):
Why do we all,
Ignore what is right?
Why do so many,
Insist that we fight?
How can we live,
When nothing seems bright?
Why can't we fix this,
Try as we might?
How come some people,
Burn kittens on grills?
Why does raping small children,
Give some people thrills?
Why do people premote,
This war that kills?
Why does this not make,
Most people get chills?
Why do people care less,
About others than money,
How's it gotten so smoggy,
We can't tell when it's sunny?
Why do some people find,
Others' pain funny?
Whatever happened to,
"You catch more flies with honey?"
How sad must you be,
To cut your own wrist?
What makes people so angry,
To resort to their fist?
Why do little things,
Make some people so pissed?
How can we not think,
There's something we've missed?
2006-07-23
04:48:27
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When did gas-guzzling cars,
Become the next fad?
Why is being gay,
Considered so bad?
Why can't we relate,
When others are sad?
What's so wrong with us,
That we've all gone mad?
Does no one care,
That we're killing trees?
How can we drive animals,
To extinction with ease?
Why do some stay warm,
While others freeze?
How come some people,
Are so hard to please?
Why do people keep,
Racism going strong?
Why do some die young,
While others live long?
What gives us the right,
Do choose who belongs?
Why is what's right to some people,
So terribly wrong?
Why are some people rich,
While some starve each day?
Why do people's lives get so bad,
They think others must pay?
How come some children think,
Guns and knives are for play?
We can't save ourselves:
We're in our own way.
2006-07-23
04:48:40 ·
update #1