I Live In a World of People.

by Rai 7/22/2010, 9:48 am

Maturity: Speaks a little about love. Razz

Nothing big. So, low.
Fantasy: It's talking about the world from, uhhh... something-that-I'll-find-out-later's point of view, so medium, for now. :3

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I Live In a World of People. Henri-silberman-new-york-new-york-brooklyn-bridge

::I::Live::In::A::World::of::People::

I live in a world of people who drown by their tears.
Who age by friends, and not by years.
Where they sleep in a place where darkness leers.
And they don't follow their parents, they follow their peers.

I live in a world of people who like to seem tough.
Where they like to eat more than enough.
Who value their family below their stuff.
And who spend their time being unhappy and gruff

I live in a world of people who seem to lie.
Who have a tough time saying goodbye.
Some of the people celebrate a day of July.
And some are unaware, but on their friends and family, they rely.

I live in a world of people who have good hearts.
Although some of the people rip the other's apart.
Where they don't like to end, they just like to start.
And sometimes can't stop and see the art.

I live in a world of people who are good on the inside.
Where men seem to love nothing more then their bride.
Who like to, for themselves, decide.
And they have close friends in whom they confide.

I live in a world of people who sometimes give in.
Where some people believe, and don't like to sin.
Who always have a good-something within.
And don't know where to stop, or where to begin.

I live in a world of people who talk a lot.
Where some of the people are cruelly bought.
Who end up being just another one who forgot.
That the center of their lives isn't their yacht.

I live in a world of people who like to discover.
Where some people have mysteries they like to uncover.
Who can go home to the arms of a lover.
And sleep at night, with the blankets for cover.

I live in a world of people who can't stand to not know.
Where sometimes death comes as a hard blow.
Who think to no one, their life that they owe.
And people who like to make food made from scratch, from dough.

I live in a world of people who like to eat.
Where they eat all things, from soy beans to meat.
Who, on tests, the little kids cheat.
And then, when they're older, their lover's they'll meet.

So to sum it all up, I live in a confusing world.
That can't seem to get their things straight.
But sometimes in all of this confusion,
There's a few good people out there.
I've met a lot, even though they don't show it or know it.
From a burglar to a queen, they all have good inside.
But sometimes, for some reason, that's something they hide.
I don't understand this world, and I don't think I ever will.
But sometimes I wonder, would knowing be such a thrill?
There'd be no mysteries, nothing to solve.
The world is a mystery, each and every person is.
Which is a beautiful thing, such a beautiful gift.
We each are unique in our very own way.
To know that we made it through another day.
So, we should believe in one thing.
That everyone's amazing, in their very own way.
Though this world may seem good, it's given us plenty.
More than we need, so we should give back.
Why not help the others, just give it a go.
But, hey, everything's a mystery, so what do I know?

by **Novastare** 7/22/2010, 11:31 am

Wow, Rai, just wow! This poem knocked my socks off. You are such an amazing poet! I love how every line fits into the next and it just flows beautifully. I was forced to read it all the way through because it builds and builds and builds. And when I got to the end, it was fantastic! I enjoyed the ending line very much! You diffidently get your feelings in this poem very well. Wow.......There is not much else to say about such an amazing poem!