These are poems of me just expressing myself. The first one 'the thorn' was written today on the bus on the way to school and the second 'Happiness' was written a couple of months ago. I don't quite remember when just know it was a couple of months ago.
The Thorn
Like a stinger
onto its bee
A thorn
is to the Rose
PROTECTION
But protection from what?
A hand?
Which only whish
to tilt the rose
to its nose
to take in its
wonderous fragrance
If knowing no better
to watch for the thorn
being pricked
uneccessary blood spilled
all cause of the
beauty of the rose
Now tears
and spite of the rose
A flower so beautiful
so peaceful
unto itself
because of it's thorn
It's protection
Happiness
It's all a lie!
isn't it?
Noone can find tru happiness
It's nothing but a hormone induced figment
But if happiness if real,
and not just a hormone
that makes you smile
Something that brings a false sence of joy and
completion to your life
Why then, when you attempt to find it,
do people try to stop what's in progress
Why then is it taken away so quickly?
The Thorn
Like a stinger
onto its bee
A thorn
is to the Rose
PROTECTION
But protection from what?
A hand?
Which only whish
to tilt the rose
to its nose
to take in its
wonderous fragrance
If knowing no better
to watch for the thorn
being pricked
uneccessary blood spilled
all cause of the
beauty of the rose
Now tears
and spite of the rose
A flower so beautiful
so peaceful
unto itself
because of it's thorn
It's protection
Happiness
It's all a lie!
isn't it?
Noone can find tru happiness
It's nothing but a hormone induced figment
But if happiness if real,
and not just a hormone
that makes you smile
Something that brings a false sence of joy and
completion to your life
Why then, when you attempt to find it,
do people try to stop what's in progress
Why then is it taken away so quickly?
