Enough with the Emo-sounding poems! This one's cheery, I think. Oh, and written in Freestyle, 3:56 minutes, in the topic, "Life according to me"
"life" on May 12, 9:51PM
I think there's a purpose,
but you may say that there's darkness,
which, yes, there may be
but there's always that one skylight
cutting a rectangle through this
blackness that lets heavenly sunlight
fall and shine.
it exposes the dirt, and exposes the grime
life is a circle, not a triangle
nor a square
if you don't believe so, you'd be squared
because life is made of cycles
and as its light goes into your eye
in conic images received by none
other than an orb of
green, blue, red, purple, or brown
and the in betweens of
emerald, hazel, pink, and caramel
each dotted with a black spot that receives this light.
life is a folder, crammed with photos
memos, tests, and memories
it is a scrapbook of pasted images
and a window of rolling film
it is the air we breath, and the sorrow
when one passes on
that is life, and it is mine
it is yours, it is theirs
it is ours
to share.
