Poetry Madness...

Yea, being emo lately has forced my inner poet to surface from the thick elephant skin that has covered my body. See, how strong the power of being emo can be! Hey, at least i dont take a knife and start slicing myself into bits to induce pain! All i do is seclude myself from the world and get myself buried deep in my thoughts. Today, im giving High School a break if not it wont be fun anymore. Im posting my 2nd poem which inspired me when i was listening to an emo song on my laptop. So here goes :

'Of Life's Love'
by Berberboo

Life is more complicated than a double T-junction,

Its not something our delicate mouth can simply mention,

Nor life's a bed of sweet-scented roses, as seen on television,

But its something more, which needs lots of love and action.

I do not want your glamorous life, or your meagre pension,

All i asked was for you to answer this unpretentious question,

'How would you feel if you're standing in my position,
Knowing no head, no tail, but stucked in a timeless caption?'

I know its a damn complicated but possible notion,
But in this constrained time, this unsimplified fraction,
I need something quick, fast, to spark a tingling sensation,
So just brew me up a fair amount of a simple love concotion.

Love is nothing but a chemical reaction,
Synthesize perfectly into a wondrous creation,
Without the essential elements to experience a fusion,
An incomplete love can easily send off an explosion.

Im misguided by a parallel faith and an unjustified emotion,
I just need some clarity, a powerful but subtle love potion,
To end this meek and suffering portion,
And to keep my life continuously in motion.

~Written on 6th June 2007~

Lousy poem again right? No head no tail one. Buh, you need to get deep in my thoughts to understand it fully. ^^

In Berberboo's mind : Im bored and tired and sick of being emo. But what can i do?