The Poetry Marathon

I am my siblings nightmare.
I am going to be beautiful.
but I’ll not be beautiful
for my eyes are largely in despair.

I’ll be the next big lawyer.
though now I work my hands and stop my mouth,
I shall prove my hands clean with my mouth.
even the water in me shall not bury my fire.

I am doing just fine.
you should believe ’cause I smile.
though my joy has walked the future’s mile,
my tomorrow’s actions are mine.”

this is the beginning:

first, all man thought of was living.

dices thrown, chances open. happiness kept blooming.

to eat was a game of want; much abundance spinning.

we are on to the end.

this is the beginning

then, the moment in time was fulfilling.

laughter choked, the heat made stale. plans advancing.

to live became a game of the best; man started sinning.

we are on to the end.

this is the beginning

in all, the adversary’s innocence was winning.

habituality bored, trials observed. the risk was cooling.

to die is a game of survival; now man lost living.

we are on to the end.

Hi, I’m Lovion

It may sound as Onion

But for the records

My poems are not like vocal chords

So do not be afraid they’ll make you cry

I’m very much excited to take the try

With y’all.