Due to the high volume of positive responses on my poem “Free Spirits”, I have decided to continue it here. By the way, I am so glad that you all enjoy the writing- it makes me feel special 🙂
Here’s to the free spirits
Who’ve had enough
with the world’s expectations
and society’s bluff.
No, they’re not perfect
but they’re as real as it comes.
Here’s to the free spirits
Yea, here’s to us!
In a cafe
on Broadway,
I
saw an old flame.
He approached me.
Looked at me
and said,
“What ya know,
I just
saw you sitting
here
while I was
sitting there
alone”.
Your love is mean
Your love is mean
But you mean so much to me
How can it be?
Your lies, deceit
Your love is mean.
Can’t you see
just what I mean?
Why it’s your love I don’t need
Still you remain inside of me
Your love is mean.
“Stars”
Why do we call them stars
when the stars are in the sky?
Are they worthy of this name?
Not nearly, and I know why.
While the Stars only shine
when the cameras are on,
the real Stars shine all night
until the crack of dawn.
So why do we call them Stars?
Are they worthy of this name?
No, and if they are
then we are too,
for all humans are the same.
I’m writing this poem
for all the world to see,
that calling the “stars” celebrities
will be just fine with me.