Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Cliche

Grief, Guilt
meaningless words
A cliche
loved people were meant to die
every bullet was already aimed to a head
every virus was meant to disease a person
Tears,
created by people to share attention
every person is capable to deal with death
it is the people around us that Make us cry
...
tomorrow is a new day with a new cliche
Disturbing as it is
I do not care if people die
not that they should
but why wouldn't they
the feel of dropping
the feel of music
life is overrated
...

3 comments:

nadine said...

I like ur style a lot. This poem makes me think.

Diter Aguilar said...

I like ur style a lot. This poem makes me think.

Dan said...

I like ur style a lot. This poem makes me think.