I want it, I need it
My happiness
This feeling so strong
This longing
This urge in my soul
They took it away
They yanked it from me
They wrenched it from my grasp
They wrung it
They squeezed it
They squished it
Of its very essence
They milked it dry
It’s all shriveled up
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hear them shoot
Hot lead tearing into me
To my very heart
Through my very heart
Out my very heart
Kamikaze they said
My death is their gain
My last breath
My pain
My bloodstain
Their hands stained
My heart pained
I want it, I need it
My happiness, my joy
Must have it, must get it
This feeling so strong
whats with this poetry bizness??
ReplyDeletesuddenly everyone's for it.
kama kawaida i shika nothing..
am trying though...
tragic.
ReplyDelete@kritik,
ReplyDeleteWell boy, dont try too hard. Thats stuff meant for the sentimental guys like us, usijali you will eventually get the hang of it.
@mia
Yeah, tragic. But the phoenix always rises from the ashes. The forest rejuvenates after the fire.
And morning after night.
To you i wish you happiness.
ReplyDeleteKritik, love our poems will you?
To elaborate a bit Kritik
BS is saying he was happy initially, but with time people take away your happiness.
Cant you see this
They yanked it from me
They wrenched it from my grasp
They wrung it
They squeezed it
They squished it
Of its very essence
They milked it dry
It’s all shriveled up
A classic.
I just realized writing poems makes me happy and reading them too.
i love reading poems too. I dont like writing them but when i write any, it squeezes all my energies leaving anyone who reads them so emotionally swept. Let me not do it now.
ReplyDeleteI want it, I need it
ReplyDeleteMy happiness, yours too
This feeling so strong
This longing
This urge in my soul
Dont take it away
Dont yank it from me
Dont wrench it from my grasp
Dont wrung it
Dont squeez it
Dont squish it
Of its very essence
Dont milk it dry
I want my happiness. Teddy bear, please give it to me! Pleaase