Post by Warrior Of Light on Dec 23, 2009 9:34:53 GMT -5
[This is poetry made by Tyler Modder, better known as TheNationMaker, based on a few suffering events he has been through.]
"Sacrifice"
Sacrifice, a thing you could only give up,
Abandon all hopes and dreams,
In something to return...
Then again, you'll never get what you want.
Sloth sacrifices the sense of responsibility,
Greed sacrifices your awareness,
Gluttony sacrifices your appearance,
Envy sacrifices trust on everyone,
Lust sacrifices compassion towards your partner,
Wrath sacrifices your inner peace,
Pride sacrifices who you once were.
Even the most virtuous would sacrifice something,
And end up receiving nothing.
We have to sacrifice what we have gained,
Yet we never get anything we wanted.
"The Betrayer"
I once had a friend whom I regard as.
I wished one day I may ask her to be my wife.
That so suddenly changed.
She called her family a mouthful of lies.
They threaten me to be arrested.
They wished me jailed, executed, or worse.
That so called "lover" wanted me to burn in hell.
...I doubt she'll have that wish...
I just wished her to burn first.
"My Voice, My Write"
What I write within words, I mean to say it in my voice.
Writing seemed easy and simple to explain.
Yet I cannot make the meanings.
My voice can be as loud and more reasonable than writing.
A voice can speak louder than words.
Yet my speaking is unrehearsed.
Whatever way it may seem, I still need work on both.
And maybe, hopefully, I can become better at it.
So I can explain to almost everyone.
"Sacrifice"
Sacrifice, a thing you could only give up,
Abandon all hopes and dreams,
In something to return...
Then again, you'll never get what you want.
Sloth sacrifices the sense of responsibility,
Greed sacrifices your awareness,
Gluttony sacrifices your appearance,
Envy sacrifices trust on everyone,
Lust sacrifices compassion towards your partner,
Wrath sacrifices your inner peace,
Pride sacrifices who you once were.
Even the most virtuous would sacrifice something,
And end up receiving nothing.
We have to sacrifice what we have gained,
Yet we never get anything we wanted.
"The Betrayer"
I once had a friend whom I regard as.
I wished one day I may ask her to be my wife.
That so suddenly changed.
She called her family a mouthful of lies.
They threaten me to be arrested.
They wished me jailed, executed, or worse.
That so called "lover" wanted me to burn in hell.
...I doubt she'll have that wish...
I just wished her to burn first.
"My Voice, My Write"
What I write within words, I mean to say it in my voice.
Writing seemed easy and simple to explain.
Yet I cannot make the meanings.
My voice can be as loud and more reasonable than writing.
A voice can speak louder than words.
Yet my speaking is unrehearsed.
Whatever way it may seem, I still need work on both.
And maybe, hopefully, I can become better at it.
So I can explain to almost everyone.
