Poetry from the heart

[mapford77]

Burning Passion
Oh, a life short-lived
it is short once you like bout it
but no one really thinks at all these days do they
too short to be coddling parents wishes
does following every whim your father asks you really make you happy?
I think not
I hate him you know
your father
with a passion I did not know I had
but its there
burning
fast and strong
hate is an odd thing
I have never really hated anyone before
strong dislike, yes
but never hate
until he made you the way you are
with all of your complexities
such beautiful and horrible things
I wish that I could take you away sometimes
away from my hate and your father
your family
your sorrow
your everything
start something fresh
innocent
blank
white
I think life is too short to be sad
I think life is too short to not
just do what you love and fuck everything else

strange thing life is
Will my life be lived to its fullest
will I ever live my dreams
will I?
can I?
ever be satisfied
logically and rationally, no
not ever
this does make me sad
sometimes I wish to sit in an old forest
and just ask the tree what they have seen
or maybe an old piece of furniture
I would love to hear its tales
would it be boring tales
or adventuresome tales
would they be lies
crafted to make ones life seem better
to hide behind the red cloak of forgetfulness
perhaps I could simply do that with any normal person
will they answer the same replies as the tree did