To frown and scream was all my dream yesterday,
to complain, scream and hiss apart from everything.
To never smile that cheeky genuine grin,
to sing and chant with all that gleam.
Life is never really that colorful,
with glitches and nooks on and off guard,
a careening world full of cold fools.
But I exist,
and that will remain.
Beyond everything,
Life is hard,
we cannot have all our wishes in just a bell's ding.
We work, sweat and live,
To earn gold and gleam.
Though I am not that ecstatic now,
I learned to accept and live my life,
subtly,
slowly,
somehow.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
