Shattered
By Kristan Lau
5/28/09
She lived through hundreds of dreams,
Fantasized a thousand pleasures,
Thought about a million questions,
and experienced myriads of worlds
Her dreams were shattered,
Her fantasies never came true,
Her questions never answered,
Every world a mirrage
She didn't expect anything,
Though she did want more than she had
And she wasn't satisfied,
Not one bit... Not one bit...
Life never gave her enough,
She demanded more than what it could give her
She would never have eternal life,
Or experience more than one world
It would always be the same tired life,
With the same tired things,
When what she wanted was something new,
But even something new was hard to give to her
She tried to make her world something more
Since life wouldn't do it for her,
she decided to do it herself
Doing it herself should earn her a bigger reward
She was selfish, too selfish for her own good
And she suffered
For years and years on
Because she still wanted more than what she could get
When her life ended, she died angry
Because she wanted more,
As much as she didn't want to admit it,
she expected too much out of life
And she was thrown against cracked glass,
Her skin cut and red with blood,
Her face wrinkled and tired,
Her body broken, her well-being shattered
Plagiarism is a NO NO!!!!!
If I see this poem on any website other than this one, on my journal, I will ******** hunt you DOWN and KILL you!!!!!!
By Kristan Lau
5/28/09
She lived through hundreds of dreams,
Fantasized a thousand pleasures,
Thought about a million questions,
and experienced myriads of worlds
Her dreams were shattered,
Her fantasies never came true,
Her questions never answered,
Every world a mirrage
She didn't expect anything,
Though she did want more than she had
And she wasn't satisfied,
Not one bit... Not one bit...
Life never gave her enough,
She demanded more than what it could give her
She would never have eternal life,
Or experience more than one world
It would always be the same tired life,
With the same tired things,
When what she wanted was something new,
But even something new was hard to give to her
She tried to make her world something more
Since life wouldn't do it for her,
she decided to do it herself
Doing it herself should earn her a bigger reward
She was selfish, too selfish for her own good
And she suffered
For years and years on
Because she still wanted more than what she could get
When her life ended, she died angry
Because she wanted more,
As much as she didn't want to admit it,
she expected too much out of life
And she was thrown against cracked glass,
Her skin cut and red with blood,
Her face wrinkled and tired,
Her body broken, her well-being shattered
Plagiarism is a NO NO!!!!!
If I see this poem on any website other than this one, on my journal, I will ******** hunt you DOWN and KILL you!!!!!!
