Haunting
Couches gone, replaced by chairs,
rooms still smell of paint.
Never really left the horror,
just buried it for later to find.
Fitting in is the key here,
just like all the others.
When you don’t fit in,
then you’re a sin.
Conformity is the way to holiness,
“I am more holy (fashionable) than thou art”
(Silence is more powerful than words,
for words do not tune the silence out.)
Seeing what you fear again,
hearing twisted stories to.
What’s the option, listen to the story,
hear what it has to say?
Looses its meaning when you are trapped,
with only the clock to free you.
Is this how holiness should be?
Unmemorable stories that you fall asleep to,
all these people crowded in one room, suffering the way?
(Mixed ideas follow through,
confusion sets your path.
You know your own path,
you path is your own…
at least that is what you think)
Being unique in there is true suicide,
so is it better to be on your own?
Is not kowtowing to the right god the true way to hell?
Or is simply being bad the way?
Impossible to be good,
without kowtowing to the right one.
Tolerance is something that everybody taught,
yet everybody preaches against,
yes the questions keep on growing.
(It’s all about greed,
how many people can you lead?)
When you don’t fit in,
then you’re a sin.
Forever haunting what you’re not.
Lily Tears
Morning dewdrops catch the sun,
reflecting given life.
Beauty of this only least a second, now,
soon forgotten by the masses.
Masses prefer to stare endlessly at comman,
thinking that it will lead to happiness.
(Simple things fade from life,
as the greed takes over)
Oh, but do they fade,
or are they there forever?
There to haunt us in our dreams,
that we don’t remember.
Precious moments often fade,
to good to remember.
Those who can remember the precious lily tears,
more common than I believe rare.
So beautiful to look at, listen…
(Only there to decorate,
add comfort to the scene.)
Sunlight fades to moonlight on any given day,
taught to dear the change,
because of common greed.
Does the beauty of lily tears fade,
when moonlight indeed is present?
Or are the tears ugly because they are not common as they should be?
Beauty is simplicity,
happiness the same.
No one dares to realize,
because it is betrayal.
(Common, common, ever green,
nothing matters in the fall,
what did the Sage King say then?)
Morning dewdrops catch the sun,
reflecting given light.
By Sadako Nhomyne
So my teacher right now do no realize that I have a life beyond that of school… yeh so that is why I have no been posting as of lately. But good news for all you here on xanga… Zornag is back to terrify us all, so if you like to read horror and poetry that rhymes, then I would suggest that you read his writing.
Oh… speaking of stories – www.agentaeolus.com
Very good piece of writing. I suggest it to one and all. | 
