Life is a mystery,
One Sherlock cannot solve.
Life is full of misery,
misery, around which everything revolves1
Man is a monster,
Which all animals it disgraces.
A monster in which peace is a wonder,
In how, to no life but it's own, it faces.2
Life is a story,
One Rowling cannot resolve.
Bleeding with violent dysentery
Which, in memory does not dissolve.3
Leaving from this wayward life,
from a list, it's desires check.
A list to which the gods seldom comply,
But, for them to read it, it becks.4
Life is a wonder,
It is a game of terror and strife.
with life's pressures dragging you under.
With a life made to wander, we will wonder the meaning of life.5
With Strife made to hinder,
We will hinder at the whim of Strife. 6
A Strange life,
Which only it's death, it's desire suffice.
Author notes
I wrote this one night out of just boredom. It points out the weird things about life.
A contest entry
- Going for Gold! by Neolittlefish.
150 points, ended October 21, 2008, 44 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Veery well written and good rhyming skills, it was very specific and got straight to the point. Very goo entry and thanks for entering
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heeeyyy nice job.. very impressed.. i liked how you take a point and write a verse on it, and dont just go random =P.. very well written.. keep up the good work now =D
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Wow....this was really good, I really enjoy reading your poems envy, they have so much emotion in them, and they're just beautiful. Great job with this! (I also like how it ryhmes a bit, makes it more interesting)
-kixxy-
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