Questioning Poems

Questioning Poems

If You've Never...
(13th July 2006)

If you've never experienced deep sadness,
how do you appreciate true happiness?

If you've never been betrayed,
how do you appreciate loyalty?

If you've never lost someone,
how do you appreciate what you've found?

If you've never had problems,
how do you grow stronger?

If you've had the ordinary,
how do you recognize the extraordinary?

If you've never been lied to,
how do you appreciate honesty?

If you've never experienced violence,
how do you appreciate peace?

If you've never been destroyed,
how do you appreciate the pride of rebuilding?

If you've never been hopeless,
how do you appreciate faith?

If you've never been touched by evil,
how do you appreciate the decent?

If you've never had your heart broken,
how do you appreciate your true love?

If you've never taken a chance,
how do you reap the rewards?

If you've never risked yourself,
how do you know your full potential?












The Endless Delusion
(13th August 2006)

Is being in love just a delusion?
Needs that stem from loneliness?
A trick our minds play to evoke happiness?
The rose tinted glasses of life.

Do we really need one person to validate our existence?
Does it stem from a lack of self worth?
Is it a way of believing in ourselves?

Can we not be strong without?
Can we not be whole without?
Or does the whole human race need to be loved?

Or is it simply jealousy?
A want for what we view others have?
When in reality no one has anything at all?
Just the delusion.






Forgotten
(Late October 2006)

The tears that fall
for every memory forgone.
Is everything beautiful destined
to die?

Is every friendship
destined to fade over time?
Every meaningful moment
destined to be clichéd?

Destined to be forgotten,
unloved, uncared for.
Destined to be alone
to cry these tears of loss.

To cry for those who just lost touch,
for those who fell out,
for those you wish you could have back,
for the preciousness of friendship.

So I ask you this,
if nothing else learned from me,
just once, call that person you love,
tell them how much their friendship means.
You may not be here tomorrow,
do you want to go without them knowing?

Friendship above all else is precious.
Not always cherished,
too easily forgone and forgotten,
like tears dried on the paper.

















Pointless
(10th December 2006)
What's the point in hoping
that some day things will change,
that somehow everything will work out?

What's the point in trying
giving my all to no avail?
Just to be crushed
when hope gets too high.

What's the point in coping
with the obstacles thrown my way
when I could simply crumble?

What's the point in crying
when all is washed away?
Maybe it's just pointless