"Funny" [A Poem]
Funny how the world spins so fast
And I can hardly move my feet
Funny how I can always come in last
But never feel defeat
Funny how a mirror reflects me
And in the world I'm not shown
Funny how I'm being all I can be
But I feel so unknown
Funny how ideas don't always come alive
And our imagination never holds still
Funny how many feel deprived
But have three daily meals
Funny how we can tell a lie
And can't seem to handle the truth
Funny how chances can pass us by
But we feel we have nothing to lose
Funny how my purpose is served
And it's all from what I'm writing everyday
Funny how you're reading these words
But can't tell what I'm trying to say.
-Asking_Why
"Be the Best of Whatever You Are" [A Poem]
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley- but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.
If you can't be a bush, be a bit of the grass
And some highway happier make;
If you can't be a muskie, then just be a bass--
But the liveliest bass in the lake.
We can't all be captains, we've got to be the crew,
There's something for all of us here,
There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do
And the task you must do is near.
If you can't be a highway, then just be a trail,
If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win of you fail--
Be the best of what you are!
-Douglas Malloch
"The Gate At the End of Things" [A Poem]
Some people say the world's all a stage
Where each plays a part in life
While others proclaim that life is quite real
It's joys, it's battles, it's strife.
Some say it's all a joke, we should laugh it along
Should smile at the knocks and strings;
Whatever is true just take this from me,
There's a gate at the end of things.
Don't try to kid yourself with the thought,
You can do as you please all the while;
Don't think you can kick the poor fellow who's down
While you climb to the top of the pile.
Don't go back on your pal, just because he won't know,
Oh, in his eyes you may be a king;
Someday he will see you just as you are,
At the gate at the end of things.
Don't think you fool all the folks all the while,
You may do it sometimes, that is true;
They will find you out in the end every time,
The only one you fool is you.
If you see a man down, why give him a hand,
And find how much pleasure it brings,
To know you are ready to meet all mankind,
At the gate at the end of things.
Don't let your head swell 'cause your bank roll is large
And your clothes are the latest style;
There is many a prince walking round in rags
May have you beaten a mile.
Just try to remember as through life you go,
If you're a square you're as good as a king,
And you won't have to crawl through a hole in the wall
At the gate at the end of things.
If you're got a wife, as most fellows have,
Remember what she's been to you,
When prosperity smiles, treat her like a pal
She's the one that has stuck to you;
Don't look for the girl from the Great White Way,
Who wears diamonds, fine clothes and those things;
Think how you'd feel to see your little girl,
At the gate at the end of things.
Live like a man, it don't cost any more,
To act on the square and be right.
It's a reward enough to know you're a man,
To hear people say, "He's a knight."
You can look everybody straight in the eye
At the gate at the end of things.
-Unknown
"Untitled" [A Poem]
And I hold on to the past because letting go is too hard
I'd rather suffer then to take all the pain and discard
It because in the pain there are many memories I want
Though they keep I up at night, in my dreams they haunt
I hold on tight, my grasp is unbreakable
The way I feel is unmistakable
That when people see my burdens they let me carry it all
Not realizing they're adding to my downfall.
And I take on the challenges the world throws at me
Letting them stack on my shoulders, letting them be
Not caring that they make walking far more difficult
Never take a pause, my feet never halt
Keep my eyes forward, on a prize that's not there
Ignoring peoples' eyes as they stare
Struggling so my that my knees buckle often
Walking the trail to my coffin.
And my anger builds up, unhealthier day by day
I stay in the wrong, thinking it's the only way
To get rid of the demons I refuse to let go of
Letting hate control me, not wanting to love
With no attachments to other people
Not seeing how I can be an equal
When my world is far more harder than theirs
Going through my life thinking no one cares.
And I'll die just like this, with so much unforgiven
Thanking death because I'm no longer livin'
Thinking it's the best escape I could ever have
Never knowing that it was because of my grasp
On the past and the challenges I took
The hate in my eyes that was everywhere I looked
That caused me to loathe life as much as I did
That I should have let people see instead of hid.
-Asking_Why
"Liar Liar" [A Poem]
The untruth in your eyes has always been so apparent
Yet I've sat here and let you feed me
All the falsehoods that you could think of.
You've had the same shovel for a
Mouth since time began, and
Still haven't realized that your hole
Is dug so deep, that
You hink what we have is real.
You've started to believe in
Everything you thought I did.
And now I can sit back and enjoy
You crumble from my truths.
The truths I kept inside for just the
Right moment.
A moment wher I knew the ounce
Of care I still had
For you, would vanish completely.
No longer sparing your feelings, or
Trying to make amends
In this moment I push
You into your own hold, that you
Obliviously dug for yourself,
While trying to trick my emotions.
In this moment I laugh
As you reach out for me
To hlep you from the bed
You're in.
I spit on the hand you have out
Remembering my empathy is gone
From my body and mind,
Like the truth was from yours
All along.
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