Of the World

Both a blessing and a curse

a joyous occasion to be celebrated

and a hardship to endure.

There, the worst people are found

mixed alongside the very best

you can feel oppression's icy breath down your back

or be as free as the smell of clean air.

The fire of a spirit that knows

everything about nothing

and the rainy sit-by-your-window-and-contemplate-your-choices day.

First day, first kiss, first chance, last miss.

There, you meet the one

you hate, you love, or somewhere in between.

It gets better, or maybe not.

It sucks, but not always.

That's for you to find out.

So go.

Live.

Reviews

[lissalovesyou]

"
Both a blessing and a curse
a joyous occasion to be celebrated
and a hardship to endure.
There, the worst people are found
mixed alongside the very best
you can feel oppression's icy breath down your back
or be as free as the smell of clean air."
Your poems are showing me life.
lissalovesyou:)

[Mandy Rose]

Thanks sweetheart!

[Solynara]

i loved this. you summerized the whole world, a whole human's lifetime in one stanza. Keep it up. i love your style

[Mandy Rose]

Thank you dear!!

[Saddam]

First day, first kiss, first chance, last miss.
There, you meet the one
you hate, you love, or somewhere in between.
It gets better, or maybe not.

Just an Awesome and mind blowing poetry is this. Wow....everything about in some lines. Great work dear.

[Mandy Rose]

Thank you so much!!