it seems the world where I live is intoxicated
no thought pass through my mind
when I saw what was my life
only black and white
images surround my thoughts
what would be my life
trash in a drawer?
the mirror, the reflection
saying, you never smile
but when the moment comes
it will be the best day of your life! !
Sometimes I ask myself
What the point of live?
To be hurt, to cry, to be sided away
Living in a world that don't understand
Where no one cares about nothing, but
Hurt one another
the mirror, the reflection
saying, you never smile
but when the moment comes
it will be the best day of your life! !
nice one.i have the same thoughts as u. what is life? a monstrous joke? a huge injustice? i believe in what Conrad Aiken has said. In our poetry we have a poem which is written by Khayam WHICH IT IS: IN THE WORLD WE LIVING NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE OTHERS NO ONE CARES WHAT THE LIFE IS NO ONE CARES WHERE WE CAME FROM AND WHERE WE R GONNA GO Any way muchas gracias for sharing this piece of art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But you must break the mirror! Shatter the blank stare that you see! Then take the sharpest shard of broken glass... and watch the colors flow when it strikes the sun... the bright red of blood from your fingertips... The amazing color that eminates from your eyes... The curve of your smile, the fullness of your lips... That's Life! -Shalimar, you have a darkness to your words, that draw me in... like Magic! Great Ink! ; -) -Kelly.