Insignificant Minds

Lovelies240 on Dec 7, 2011

Just a poem I wrote while wondering what is the point of life..

Insignificant minds filled with foolish lies.

Thousands of tears wander for years.

Vicious dreams filled with devilish schemes.

Scared to sleep; Insomnia; Weak.

Life flows by;

Death is faster.

Flawless eyes; Beautiful lies.

Angelic demons screaming,

My heart is still beating.

Rushing slowly.

How?

What is the reason for living?;

The meaning?

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Aroosa Gloomy on Dec 8, 2011
u ask so deep reasonable questions in ur poetry.I like it
FX777222999 on Dec 8, 2011
You can answer what you’re wondering about.
Lovelies240 on Dec 8, 2011
I know I can. It’s just hard to figure out right now.
PHILLY DREAMER on Dec 21, 2011
The reason for living is to live. We can’t reflect on the past too much, because it gets in the way of the good moments waiting for us in the future.

Hi there!