|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Reality Bites
Contributed by
stargazer
on
Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
The rebels and misfits
are the perfect ones.
The athletes and preps have nothing but each other.
Your world is collapsing at your feet.
Your head is in the clouds,
and your feet are six feet under,
but somehow you survive.
The heart pounds from the floor,
and the whispers echo in the silent walls.
Nothing even seems real anymore.
The earth it shakes,
and men fight with each other.
It’s total chaos,
and you are in amongst the war.
Just smile and nod,
like you don’t care.....
cause everyone out there is a poser in someway.
Even trying to be different is like someone else,
cause everyone wants to stand out.
Just being yourself isn’t good enough,
letting someone rule your life sucks.
What people do for simple life,
is more than I can understand.
Death, hate, pain and denial...
people suffer with it every day.
Just smile at the image, you see each morning
and thank God you were born this way.
Cause even He knows that
Reality Bites.
Copyright ©
stargazer
... [
2003-05-20 00:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Reality Bites
(User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on
Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 04:41:37 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Well said. I enjoyed this!!
Michelle |
|
|
Re: Reality Bites
(User Rating: 1 )
by Calbob on
Friday, 27th June 2003 @ 06:02:01 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I guess the point your trying to make is that punks and rebles are a contradiction, rebeling against conformity is a form of conformity in itself. But really whats wrong with belonging to something. Freaks and other misfits need one another. They are persucuted by the majority. Forming together and belonging to something is safety. After you leave highschool you dont have to worry about preps and jocs kicking your ass or ruining your lunch, but you stay loyal to the tribe that helped you survive. I guess that being a rebel is really less about being compleatly different and more about being loyal.
calbob |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
