The Why

Sometimes when I shudder to think
a life long grudge for which to bear
in my heart that I cannot spare 
much more room within it to shrink
and fold up the tent of my cares.
inside we lie and strive to try,
and conjour up room to believe
what we will never retrieve
is a plausable reason why
we constantly act on our dares.
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not_an_addict's picture

speaks to me

On a primal level. On a dark level. On a ''quietly always there'' level. Great write, what a talent.

please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!

SSmoothie's picture

Nice one! Cheers SS

Nice one! Cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

cathycavalcante's picture

Yes...such totral truth here.

Yes...such totral truth here. Life is too short for anything but living it well and full!! 

Nicely written, William.


Contrasola's picture

Knowing. I don't think anyone

Knowing. I don't think anyone knows. Why. Why is imagining. When we don't "know" we imagine countless reasons for why. And even when given a reason why. We sometimes go off on our imaginations anyway. To make ourselves feel better. Because we don't what to believe. But I'm okay with that. I find the imagination to sometimes be a pleasant place.

Can never think of what to say. Contradiction Incarnate. 

A lonely contradiction. Contrasola

Beatnik1979's picture


is a great place to be. I have frequent flyer miles. 

Im not quite sure what causes people to do what it is they do, and I have seen and heard of some pretty crazy things. 

Maybe its just our nature, or maybe there is something driving us to? Maybe we are programmed to self- detonate , or maybe some people have trip- switches that flip and react or feel challlenged. It feeds the imagination.