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They are both very well writen like the one said before the first one seems blue if you would but I really can't say any thing for most to all of mine a re of darkness and the great blue

This is the only poem I like out of the entire forum. It's ******** cool.

“Thoughts of a Pessimist”

Pen in my hand
I write these words.
Time continues passing,
And still I write.

The passage of time
Means little to the Gods,
But to us humans;
It is what we base our lives.

We crawl upon the planet
Like crazed little bees,
Leaving paths of Destruction
Wherever we weave.

Nothing seems to faze us
Except our pointless fears
We hold them close to us
So close, they’re dear.

Aging year after year,
Time warps us all.
The Gods above us?
They laugh at our efforts.

But for some reason
We carry on,
Pausing a bit
To catch our breath.

What is it that moves us?
Why is it that we persist?
What is our purpose?
Death awaits us all.

Yet still we continue,
Even with this Knowledge.
Every second brings us closer
To our Defeat.

Still we go on,
No matter what.
But for some
The journey ends too soon.

Accidents can happen,
Though they cause little disturbance.
In the greater scheme of things,
Does anything really matter?

A figure robed in Black
Towers above us all.
We give him little notice,
But does he do the same?

Once in a while
There comes a knock.
Do you answer?
Or run and hide?

No matter what we do
We cannot Escape.
No matter; nothing matters,
Nothing at all.

Given the chance
Would you save
A loved one?
Or yourself?

The supposed light at the end of the tunnel;
Heaven?
Hell?
Nothing?

Birth—Life—Death.
So many events between,
But what effect do they have?
Who knows?

I write to inspire thought.
We do so little of it today,
Blindly following others,
No mind of our own.

The Church.
Why do we have it?
What purpose does it serve?
Peace of mind?


So many lies today,
Hard to know Truth….
As little as there is,
At least it’s there.

Given a chance
To live for Eternity?
Accept?
Deny?

Boredom,
The plague of time.
We are all infected,
There is no cure.

All things come to an end,
Though try as we might
Nothing can change that,
Nothing at all.

Songs perish,
Voices silence,
Writings destroyed,
Nothing lasts Forever.

Death by starvation,
Death by food.
Death by thirst,
Death by water.

Pen in my hand,
I write these final words.
Time continues passing
But no longer do I write
The thoughts of a pessimist.