The voice of our souls

[Revenant]

The sense of life

Did you ever want to ask:
"What's the sense of my own life?"
"What's the point? What's the task?"
"Just to live?" NO! It's too rife!
There must by something else:
Love, revenge, devotion, hate.
And even if it burns my health,
I woun't step out of my fate.
A mindless creature has no will.
Unknowingly it goes its way.
It may be lucky, yes. But still:
It will be DEAD some other day.
Our cruel world is full of those.
And who are you? What can you say?
How can you see your own purpose?
You will rule, or...will you obey?

As any other poet, I just want my poetry to be seen
When I write something new, I'll put it here. And it will be a pleashure to me to see your poery here.

So if you have something to add,
put here and I'll be very glad

[JET73L]

Cool. Nice poem, although, I saw it more as a song than a poem, what with how it seemed arranged. Not being flat like a poem. Rrg, can't explain properly without it sounding insulting.

[Revenant]

Thanks. A pleashure for me to read it.
Yes, you may use it like a song. I was thinking abour it already and I found a good music supporting to it on piano (Yamaha PSR R200).

Anyway, this one's called
THEY
They can't be seen by usual sight.
They don't distingush day and night.
They have no weigh.They have no size.
They don't belong to paradise.
They neither don't belong to hell.
They traped in here.They in a cell.
They wish to go away so hot.
They want to leave, but they can not.
They watch us like we watch TV.
They have their mind, either have we.
They have an aim here to hold.
They are spirits of our world.

[NeoFighter5]

. . .there is a saying in spanish that goes "de musico, poeta, y loco, todos tenemos un poco". . .i not sure if that's exactly how it goes but it basically says that we all have a little something of everything in us. . .weather that's a skill in art, music, cooking, or a sport. . .

. . .i didnt say that to offend you, just to say that, when some sort of inspiration strucks us, we can all come up with something good. . .

. . .i have written some poems my self, its just they were all literally the same and so i just left them some where years ago and now i dont know where they are. . .it doesnt matter, i still know the words in my mind. . .

[JET73L]

That's creepy. I can;t help but think that the spirits of our world refers to though, or human consciousnesses.

[Snaggle_Tongue]

Revenant: Interesting. Very interesting.

Just to contribute something, here's one of mine, jokingly named "Now is the winter of our discount tents"

Look at all these people
And look at all their lies
Lost in their delusion
They hate those who have not been
Sucked in to this whirlpool dream
That isn't as it seems.


The above is a good few years old now, I've never tweaked it though it isn't perfect. I'm not even sure if I've shown it to anyone before. It's rubbish! I'll write something new/ link you to my deviant art at somepoint if you want me to though :P

[Revenant]

*drops a tear*

My thread...I thought it was dead....thanks guys...

[NeoFighter5]

*pats revenant in the bags*

. . .you know, this thing of patting your back is becoming rather common lately. . .& is not just me. . .there is ml and firesnake. . .i think its kind creepy. . .

@jet: whats creepy?. . .that i remember the words?. . .trust me, when you cant freaking write anything original its rather easy to come up w/ trash. . .

. . .but you know. . .i once wrote a poem in spanish that was about 11 lines long. . .and it did not one word in it was ever repeated. . .it was truly something, i think. . .no for reals, every word was different. . .but of course, i lost it. . .

@back to revenant:. . .well i heard so much about your thread, i thought to my self: "why dont i got check my bro's thread?". . .

. . .and dont cry. . .thoughen up and deal w/ it. . .there will be plenty of hard times or emotial occasions in the future, and trust me, very few of those will be worth so much as a whimper. . .