The Choice

I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes



Skeletal Kiss

Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.

Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired 由 sightless eye.
Words tainted, 由 the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.

Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.

爱情 comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.




Ok, be honest, What do 你 guys think?

Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, 你 know, money can't buy happiness and if 你 try to buy it your being ripped off... 或者 something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do 你 think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry 首页 and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.

A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.