Questions

Questions

A Poem by ShaneBerry
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questions.............................................

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who am i?
were am i?
were am i going?
why am i going were i am going?
what will i do when i get to were i am going?
how will i get to were i am currently going?
why do i have to go were i am going?
who is going to be were i am going?
who will i never see again?
why will theey be gone?
will i miss them?
will i care?
should i care?
when will i die?
how will i die?
is this real?
is this fake?
is this deastiny?
is it fate?
why do i dream of her?
why cant i stop the pain?
why can i not awake from this dream?
why can i not be truely and undoubtedly happy?
were is she now?
is she safe?
is she ok?
should i care?
will i are?
will i miss her hen she dies?
will she miss me when i die?
who will care? 
who is there?
what is real?
what is not?
am i alive?
am i dead?
are my eyes filled with sorrow?
are my eyes filled with dread?
am i alive?
am i dead?
am i thinking with my head?
am i dreaming?
am i awake?
am i cold?
am i warm?
im soo cold....
soo cold...
is this all for real?
or not?

© 2010 ShaneBerry


Author's Note

ShaneBerry
questions?....help...

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All those questions could be asked throughout somebody's entire life...periodically. Or in a single poem. I like the meaning of it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


So many questions....my answer : walk by faith and not by sight. Faith in your creator who has written every day into his book even before one of them came to be. Faith in a God, who knows you, loves you, and wants to bless you, sovereignly controls your destiny.
Live one day at a time, for the troubles of the day are sufficient for the day.

I relate to your poem, and believe one day we will have all the answers.

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

First off... hun... your grammar made me cry... It's where not were. Where is a location while were is the past tense of are. And I know nothing is capitalized but I died a little inside with each "i" that wasn't capitalized. In one of your lines, you have an extra "e" in "they" and in another line "destiny" is spelled wrong. There is a "cant" that needs an apostrophe before the "t" and "truly" is spelled wrong as you have an "e" in it. There's another line that is "will i are" which I think you mean "care" as well as the next line with "will i miss her hen she dies" which I think you mean "when". Lastly... in the fourth to the last line... you need an apostrophe in "im".

Right now... I'm literally exhausted at how many WERE's you had in place of the WHERE that should be there. Usually, with this, I wouldn't be able to focus on the content of the poem but with this one I did. How could I not? It's a series of questions... lots and lots of unanswered questions that probably feel like they can't be answered. So for me it didn't actually feel like a poem, just a series of questions.

Although there was one point when I got to "am i alive? / am i dead? / are my eyes filled with sorrow? / are my eyes filled with dread? / am i alive? / am i dead? / am i thinking with me head?" In my opinion, that was the only part of this that felt like a poem. No offense meant, all of this is simply my opinion.

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Other one or two spelling errors, I kinda like this. It's a bombardment of questions we all probably have at one point or another in our lives, questions of where we're going and what we're doing and who we'll be with and how we'll feel about it all.
I like it. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


because... lol

there is no answer but your own.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The most interesting people I know are in their 40s and beyond and still have only half of these answers at best.

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Questions Questions Questions! The burden of everyone's life! And I shall attempt to answer!(by relating the questions to myself of course) hehe! Great write =).

who am i? -You are yourself.
were am i? -Where you want to be.
were am i going? -To your destination
why am i going were i am going? -Because you choose it.
what will i do when i get to were i am going? -Live.
how will i get to were i am currently going? -By following the correct steps.
why do i have to go were i am going? -To have a future.
who is going to be were i am going? -Your loved ones whom you held close.
who will i never see again? -The people whom you let go.
why will theey be gone? -When they or you choose.
will i miss them? -Yes,if they knew you, even talked to you for 5 minutes, they are a part of you and you shall miss them. The question is, how much?
will i care?
should i care?
when will i die? -At your choosing.
how will i die? -It is irrelevant.
is this real? -Only if you say it is.
is this fake? -Only if you say it is.
is this deastiny? -Destiny is our own choosing.
is it fate? -Fate and Destiny are interchangeable.
why do i dream of her? -Why not?
why cant i stop the pain? -Because you miss her. Do not wish her back, but embrace the changes she made to you.
why can i not awake from this dream? -You can. You just don't want to.
why can i not be truely and undoubtedly happy? -Pure happiness is a myth. Anger, sadness jealousy are all apart of who we are, do not fear them, embrace them, control them.
were is she now? -It is irrelevant.
is she safe? -It does not matter.
is she ok? -It DOES NOT MATTER!
should i care? -No, you should not.
will i are? (what?)
will i miss her hen she dies? -She is dead when she leaves.
will she miss me when i die? -You are dead when you leave.
who will care? -Both, for a great deal.
who is there? -Everyone whom you'd expect
what is real? -Whatever you want to be.
what is not? -Whatever you want to be.
am i alive? -If you believe so.
am i dead? -No.
are my eyes filled with sorrow? -Yes
are my eyes filled with dread? -Yes
am i alive? -Are you?
am i dead? -No.
am i thinking with my head? -No, logical reasoning has left you.
am i dreaming? -Only you can tell.
am i awake? -Perhaps, can you dream that you are awake? can you not?
am i cold?
am i warm?
im soo cold....
soo cold...
is this all for real?
or not?


She is dead. If she left you, and you no longer see her, then she is dead. Gone from your life. Pursuing further may lend to success, but highly unlikely, and will probably lead to failure and more sorrow, lengthiness the grief. Stop the chase to stop the grief.

Posted 14 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You seek the unatainable. We are punished with this plight.
we have the intelligence to ask these questions,
but not the intelligence to know the answers.
I used to ask these questions myself, and I found that for every answer you find there will be even more questions. accept what is and enjoy while you can.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The searching for who we are, these are all deep questions especially when put together like this. I find interesting the two lines that are not questions,
"im soo cold....
soo cold..."
and I feel like the answer is in those two lines, and I am thinking...these lines make me feel like this poem is about the last thoughts of a person before dying and it gives me chills. I don't think that was your intention, but that is what I see, mostly due to those two lines. This is a very good poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


You'll get all the answers eventually. And it is "where" not "were" for future reference.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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