Arms open to destruction

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by horsesmouth, Mar 30, 2009.

  1. horsesmouth

    horsesmouth Active Member

    The man walked toward the desert,
    with no belongings.
    As i tried to stop him,
    before he steps into the arid lands,
    He said: Nothing waits for me here,
    Nothing makes me happy anymore,
    Nothing to support my life,
    so i leave the world I lived before.

    How he stands in the scorching sun,
    is a gloomy subject of admiration.
    The only pledge he makes is:
    may he end before the drylands do.
    And I do nothing more, than
    watch him move ahead,
    With his arms open to destruction.


    Thoughts.....hmmm.......where they can go!
     
  2. i think it was good ....thoughts ..where else they can go !
     
  3. horsesmouth

    horsesmouth Active Member

    my thoughts all go to IGT poetry forum!
     
  4. you reaaly dont seem to me a person who writes more ...but dont knw why these days ?
    anything special ?
     
  5. horsesmouth

    horsesmouth Active Member

    A turbulent mind always overflows its bank like a flowing river,
    and my mind is more like a landmine these days,
    life coming up with the most horrible shocks of my life ever.....both personal n public
    :'(
    so I dont write, it.....er....ummm.....just comes out!
     
  6. well if its so i wll be here to listen to u .... promise
     
  7. horsesmouth

    horsesmouth Active Member

    thankkkkkkuuuuu......
    u're like my only friend these days, read what I commented to that 'contemplating in solitude' poem.......
     

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