Pointless
Well, it’s not exactly my best work but it’s the best I seam to be able to manage. “Thank you” to my parents and a certain few friends for providing me with the inspiration for this poem.
Whats the point?
when everything you do is wrong.
But inactions is a fault.
Whats the point?
when everything you say is wrong.
Yet silence isn’t sought.
Whats the point?
If you speak and nobody hears,
if you’re wrong even when you’re right.
Whats the point?
You’re crying futile tears,
and your screams reach no ears.
Whats the point,
to this poem’s life?
Thats it. I’m off to get drunk and race cars (on my computer. I’m not stupid enough to drink and then get behind the wheel of a real car).
For some stupid reason, I didn’t see this before… This is a pretty good poem… I like it… It reminds me of being a teenager… Oh damn… that was a loooonng time ago… Well, hope you have fun racing cars… I will be piloting battle mechs a little later…
Comment by norsegod — October 14, 2005 @ 10:48 am
I really like the poem.
Comment by Jesse — October 14, 2005 @ 3:29 pm
Lush …
sorrie, I mean DRUNKEN LUSH!
Comment by G — October 20, 2005 @ 1:30 am
No point,
No sword or tine
There is no rule to measure
,
to size against.
No point,
no reason
everything has no reason.
No point,
no value
nothing holds any value.
No point,
Except the one you give it.
There is no rule to live by
Just the ones you set.
No point,
this reply to unheard words.
Response was all.
Comment by G — October 20, 2005 @ 1:47 am