Treasure Island

demi buxton


life is like a pencil


people say life
is like a pencil
every time it breaks
or goes blunt
you have to sharpen
it agian and agian and agian

in life every time
you come to an end
or your heart gets broken
you have to start
agian and agian and agian
to reboost your self
in every way

some times it works
or sometimes
the led snaps in side the shell
and it just doesnt work! !

by demi buxton

Submitted: Tuesday, April 28, 2009

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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (5/8/2009 6:07:00 AM)

    A brand new fresh image of life. It is also important what you write with this pencil. Beautiful poem, Demi. Keep writing..........10/10.

    Best Wishes
    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Sidi Mahtrow (4/30/2009 7:48:00 AM)

    Good thing about most pencils is that
    They have an eraser to take back
    Thoughts that were put to paper
    And one wishes to change later.

    But life's not a line in sand
    That can be erased by tide or man
    But is recorded as in stone
    To be reviewed when you're alone
    And in the end, best of all
    When your friends say, 'You stood Tall.'

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