Flying Banner

- A poem by me, through the eyes of Phoebe (Catcher in the Rye);
Flying Banner
It's not that he is different. It's got nothing to do with that at all.
You see, it's like a banner flying in the wind.
If you've ever seen one, and really watched it, you'll know what I mean.
Take millions of banners, flying 'round and everywhere.
Watch them closely, and you'll know what I mean.
They can flutter fiercly, and they will waver smoothly.
But they won't stay the same, not now, not then, not ever.
In a wind, no matter strength, in a wind, no matter path.
A banner will fly and flicker, to it's own great unknown.
In a wind that is the same, two banners will shape.
And in this wind, they will fly on their own accord, and they will fly with their heart as core.
My brother is a banner, shaping from the wind.
He'll take his different path, leading to his great unknown.
No matter world, no matter wind.
My brother he will fly, and his heart will lead him where.

Voluntas of Vita est Morior

- An interpretive poem by me, through the eyes of Holden Caulfield, (Catcher in the Rye)
 Voluntas of Vita est Morior
Life is overrated.
First, you are born, and then you die.
So the meaning of Life?
It's clear as hell.
The meaning of Life is to die.
God I hate all these people
All these phony, superficial jerks.
Their meaning of Life is shallow beauty, celebrity, sex and money.
I mean it's like they don't even care,
about what's really supposed to matter.
Entertaining as hell though,
to see them throw away their lives
Believing they are the centre of the world.
Entertaining, but sad.
But I guess that's just the nature of man
To do whatever in his power
To deceive himself into thinking he defeated death.
So yes, Life is kinda overrated.


My heart is beating differently, and just the same as yours.

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