A book with Grandpa’s favorite quote
A poem that your boyfriend wrote
Your little cousin’s old toy boat
They’re all disposable.
A picture of a long lost friend
A letter you forgot to send
The broken heart you couldn’t mend
They’re all disposable.
A notebook from your freshman year
With notes from friends you once held dear
A porcelain doll you used to fear
They’re all disposable.
The lies I’m burning to confess
The love I’m yearning to caress
The tears I constantly repress
Am I disposable?
The hollow hopes that didn’t last
The shining dreams that died so fast
The constant fear of things long past
Am I disposable?
A hopeless cry within the strife
My tears reflected by the knife
The memory of a happy life
Am I disposable?
A cry rings through the black of night
The raven and the crow take flight
A cloud impedes the pure moonlight
We’re all disposable.
A bloody pool of hopes and dreams
Overcast eyes and strangled screams
A life that burst out at the seams
We’re all disposable.
A body in a crimson gown
A lonely grave outside the town
A small stone angel falling down
We’re all disposable.















Comments
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Mizaru, Mikazaru, Mazaru.
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Can't you see that sometimes I need to be bothered? That sometimes I push you away, hoping that you'll care enough to come back and try again?
I like the idea for the poem, and the rhyme scheme, and the repetition. *nodnod* There's something I want to critique but I'll refrain from doing so because it's a good poem and what I'd say wouldn't be helpful, tis more a difference of opinion that I can't exactly explain. Cuz you're right. we're all disposable.
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--SirNaelyan
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~*~*~Carpe noctem*~*~*
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"dreams are all lost, just if you want to find them, they will appear, just never give up."
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Can't you see that sometimes I need to be bothered? That sometimes I push you away, hoping that you'll care enough to come back and try again?
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-polly:you say i'm weird as if it's a bad thing...
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Discover the boundaries of your imagination... then go beyond
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