Billionaire

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    Billionaire

    Arranging my furniture through the broken eternity

    Built everlasting ambiguity deep inside me

    Live forever? Now or never? Can’t pronounce my truth

    Fighting, loving, drinking, dancing, oops, there goes my youth

    I dream about reality, eternity will cease

    Can’t we stay a while, here, can’t we please?

     

    The sea is raging, the skies blazing

    What fucked up future will we be facing?

    Riders come slow boating, our ideals imploding

    If only I… why is this not loading?

    Appalling prospects, born a hostage

    Come with me, don’t need your luggage

     

    At seas, canyons, these vistas I never thought…

    Bloodstained, hollow hotels, some places best left unsought

    Do something with your life! Yeah? Not your thing

    I ran away, through all the season my phone did ring

    I have but this 1 life to wear out, you can't win my heart

    Fuck conformity, fuck enormity, odd one out, apart

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    Olan01 commented on Billionaire

    09-16-2010

    Gloomy but such is reality. Your write with such skill and definition.

    rsalassi commented on Billionaire

    09-13-2010

    There's a sense of detachment from the despondency this poem spreads. Perhaps it's that immunity that propels you. Whatever it is (I thought it was sheer talent), it continues to enlarge the chorus singing your praises, as indeed should be the case.

    winterkou commented on Billionaire

    09-09-2010

    I am still amazed your are just 16 but yet have great talent. Certaintly have a way with words my friend.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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