Connect the dots...

Connect the dots...

A Poem by Heather

Passion is the density of love.
Who are we?
Life is merely a blank canvas.
Fear, the hope to learn, to grow.
Life? Death? Who knows? It could all be lies.
A will to change, to succeed, to lose.
Our choices depict who we are, who we will become, what we will be.
Kind? Nice? Caring?
NO.
Not even for the sake of humanity?

Our destructive nature haunts us,
screams for freedom.
"They said" this, "They said"that.
Excuses are lazy, you are in control.
Success isn't measurable.
Neither is forever, meaning it ceases to exist.

We choose the path of our lives, who we are determined to be.
Oh well, lets hope they are as amazing as you and me.

© 2014 Heather


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That was really cool, I liked that. I can relate to some of what you said. Good read. !

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

9 Years Ago

Thank you for reading :) I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope you have a nice night/day :)

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Heather
Heather

Birmingham, West Midlands, United Kingdom



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Well hello there. I'm Heather, I'm eighteen. Currently studying Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Derby. I can be quite harsh, and am quite the pessimist. I'm not a big people.. more..

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