Flames

Kaboom

My favorite word of all time

So filled with chaos and destruction

How I love it

But, you don't understand my passion

You think it's bad for it could hurt others

Yet, you are just as bad as me

You cause chaos even when you don't mean too

You take away the purity of nature

Turning it to your own selfish desires

If you are not human

Then, you take away lives

One way or another

Yes, you all are just like me

From the smallest insect to the biggest creature

All of you

But, I have nothing against you

Not at all

Like I said before, we are much alike

If you like it or not

So, you must understand my desire and passion

You must understand that we are to become of what we truly are

If not

Then learn

We all can't run of who we all truly are

You could try to do so

But, in the end

You won't be happy

Don't we all want to be happy?

I know I do

That's why I'm the way I am

I love to hear random things shatter as it burns to ashes

It's cool!

How I love to explode stuff

But, I guess there is such a thing as too much

I only stop for two reasons

The first is when my leader tells me to

The second is when even I know when I overdue it

Though, there were times that I didn't listen to any of those reasons

But, hey

Not everyone is perfect

I'm the living proof!

Then again...

It seems I'm the only one to understand this method and insanity of others

Could it be that I'm wrong?

No, I can't!

But, if I was

It will be too late to turn back anyway

Bah, who cares!?

I like who I am!

And, I'm going to stay this way until the day I die...

Besides, what's the point?

Aren't we all going to die someday anyway?

I already know that answer

That's another reason why I am of who I am

You see, it's better to live life to the fullest

Than wondering why you never did it

Then you regret

You must understand

I like everyone to be who they truly are

Than their false selves instead

For someday we will die

We will become ashes

From the living, passionate, metaphorically, or deadly...

Flames


A/N: This a poem for Rico the penguin. Yes, I know he can't talk. But, this poem is what he thinks and not actually saying it. Also, this poem is kinda connected to my fanfic, "Beyond the Stars". This poem shows us how Rico feels when everyone he knows thinks he's psychotic. If Rico was out of character, I apologise. Please tell me, so I can do better. Also, if you have a problem of my editing, please tell me that as well. I want to become a good author. Please, be honest. I won't have any negative feelings, and no hard feelings. Well, hoped you liked the poem, my friends! Please Review! :D

Kudos! Peace out! XD

(I do not own Rico or any of the Penguins of Madagascar characters. They belong to Nickelodeon and DreamWorks Animation.)

(I do own this poem and my Fanfic, Beyond the Stars)