If there was another, other way,
Way beyond the flag that sways;
Sways and swells of ocean waves,
Waves beyond my sailing days.
I could follow you out of this life,
Life so full of pointless strife;
Strife and hardship is the knife,
Knife that cuts the afterlife.
You sit and wonder, what is the theme?
Theme of life or sewing seam?
Seam to sew or seem to be?
Be it that there is no key?
What if there really was no answer?
Answer like dancing is to the dancer.
Dancer like the growing cancer.
Cancer sends them out for a master.
Back to the ocean, back to the sea,
Sea that drowns a cherry tree;
Tree that doesn't grow for free,
Free for any eye to see.
Whats a pointless poem to mean?
Mean to me or mean between?
Between or behind a simple screen?
Screen that shields the yet unseen.
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
