A poem by me on the fly:
They all belong to somewhere
If the dead goes to hell,
and the insane to the asylum,
with the aged housed in elderly homes,
if the bad goes to jail,
and the blessed to heaven,
where do social outcasts,
and those who cannot fit in go?
why must go somewhere?
why not everywhere?
四海为家
so romantic leh
nice
Originally posted by Nikar 3:A poem by me on the fly:
They all belong to somewhere
If the dead goes to hell,
and the insane to the asylum,
with the aged housed in elderly homes,
if the bad goes to jail,
and the blessed to heaven,
where do social outcasts,
and those who cannot fit in go?
society..
depends if e person is willing to chg 4 e better, regardless of e critisms he/she faces
outcast doesnt mean they must change wad. . .
why not society accept them
Hell is here, heaven is here also - ways of being .... ways of living .... It is not geographical , nor can it be found in a dictionary,
U can live in such a way that all is benediction or all is curse. Pointing fingers at someone else is a cop out
they find a new society.
it's like having the duck being in the chicken society being outcast but is part of the society when in the duck society.
Originally posted by Nikar 3:A poem by me on the fly:
They all belong to somewhere
If the dead goes to hell,
and the insane to the asylum,
with the aged housed in elderly homes,
if the bad goes to jail,
and the blessed to heaven,
where do social outcasts,
and those who cannot fit in go?
Y do u need them to be somewhere in the first place?
And how do u know the So-call somewhere is where they meant to be or they wanted to be?
y do u need so much answer to keep yrself breathing?
Is there really any real answer for all the things that meant to happened / has not happen or wont even happen?
They all belong Now here
Social outcastes believe in themselves,
regardless of poverty or wealth,
insanity labels or poor of health,
outcaste only because of self.
Within their own space and boundary,
lies their own occupation daily,
Markers to keep others out hurriedly,
refusal to conform, denial of society.
Failure to fit in,
Pity galore, self steeped and shouldered hinged,
Anger, angst, morose, loneliness keen,
Here is where they belong, where 'here' is society's bin.
good poem! may i know the brief meaning of each paragraph?
i've a feeling my interpretation of each paragraph is wrong.
Originally posted by Nikar 3:good poem! may i know the brief meaning of each paragraph?
i've a feeling my interpretation of each paragraph is wrong.
haha...the fun thing about poems is that it is like art - a matter of interpretation. And each person's interpretation is different. That is what and how poems are meant to be. To subject another to one's perception and interpretation will only destroy the poem, even though it was only a 5 min construct.
Have fun with your own interpretation. Cheers! :-P
Another emo set of verses by me, since i was feeling a bit emo just now at lunch and after lunch:
The true winner
If ye' who read this is a self-proclaimed loser,
a fool with only an O' level cert,
a pauper living in a run-down 3-room flat,
a low-life with pay lesser than a thousand Sing monthly,
a faggot with your face full of acne,
a failure with no cars in life,
a stumpy dwarf short and fat,
a nerd who does nothing but DOTA,
despair not, for as long as you have a girlfriend or a wife
you are already light years ahead, of those who don't,
and I would verily declare thee a true winner.
i am in agony cos of the poem.
The choice
Win or lose, only a matter of perception.
What are our rewards, but material illusion.
A fortune gain, a title respected
To dust, in the end as expected.
Immortality one desires and yet fear
To live, know pain and suffer
Joys abound but fleetingly transferred,
to sadness, which heartachingly lingers.
What have we won
that which is only life's labour
Depressive and forlorn
to work daily, O, A, Grads, we stumble.
Only love can be our nectar
the ambrosia of happiness and bitter life better'ed,
when love is returned, both victors
conquest of life, love our strength and saviour.
Nothing more glorious than a smile,
from the one you love and loves you,
Better than the mighty works of man by miles,
True victory -a life's secret, known only by a faithful few.
Originally posted by Nikar 3:Another emo set of verses by me, since i was feeling a bit emo just now at lunch and after lunch:
The true winner
If ye' who read this is a self-proclaimed loser,
a fool with only an O' level cert,
a pauper living in a run-down 3-room flat,
a low-life with pay lesser than a thousand Sing monthly,
a faggot with your face full of acne,
a failure with no cars in life,
a stumpy dwarf short and fat,
a nerd who does nothing but DOTA,
despair not, for as long as you have a girlfriend or a wife
you are already light years ahead, of those who don't,
and I would verily declare thee a true winner.
yaay i'm a winner!
Originally posted by Nikar 3:A poem by me on the fly:
They all belong to somewhere
If the dead goes to hell,
and the insane to the asylum,
with the aged housed in elderly homes,
if the bad goes to jail,
and the blessed to heaven,
where do social outcasts,
and those who cannot fit in go?
They go to observation stands, and watch the human carnival.