A heart like arctic ice
A soul devoured by time
Wasted life, wasted body
Not one contribution to society
Good deeds? not in his vocabulary
No one showed him kindness
Not taught on how to be
Sitting, rotting away
A pine box waiting
To take him underground
The underworld
Flesh eating worms
Consume the body of waste
Wasteful nothingness
Another useless mind
Useless body that too up space
Gone

This world is full of aimless people
Not making any sense in life
A chosen path?
Forced?
A lifestyle taught to him?

Do not be one of them
People that sit around
Waiting for life to grab them by the wrists
Grab life by ITS wrists
Hold on to dear life
Enjoy the ride
Contribute to it
And take people along with you
Show them the ways
Ways to be something in life
It's the greatest gift
To give someone life!

[edit on 10-5-2010 by capgirl]

I am not one of "them", I know I'm not.
But I do sit around . . . waiting.
Will the answers come before I rot ? Probably . . probably . . not.

Has it been a wasteful life ?
Tis hard to say with stress and strife. But I know I have tried. Even cried.
Almost died . . trying to make it meaningful.

I was always hoping I had a purpose.


My heart is really not cold, and my soul has not been sold.

If you do not see me, that is okay.
But if you do see me, know this.
I am waiting.
I was always hoping I had a purpose.
I am waiting.
I am ready.