Life

What is LIFE?

Is LIFE just a word?

Or is it something you experience

Or is it even something that means something?

LIFE...to me...is usually a dream.

I remember a dream I had once

Through a house filled with traps of death, my friends and I ran.

Blades, guns, fire, and pits of razors filled this house.

One by one my friends fell to the floor, dead.

Life no longer coursing through their bodies.

I and two of my friends escaped the house to find an empty world, filled only with silence.

We walked and walked, passing by stores filled with lifelike dolls that looked like people we knew.

Finally, a large black car pulled up and the window rolled down

Inside was a man in black.

Death his name was and an offer he had.

We could end this dream of death, and go to our friends above, or stay on earth as agents of death.

As we thought, a gunshot rang out.

One friend was holding her stomach while the other one stared in horror.

"One time choice has little time for thought," Death told us as he held a smoking revolver.

So the choice was made.

Throughout the rest of our existence, all three of us wore black suits, ties and sunglasses.

For our old life was over...and our new life as Soul Collectors for the Man In Black began.

We now take the souls of the ones who have passed from the living world.

We guide them towards Heaven, Hell, or the world in between.

This dream has brought the question of life to my mind and it has remained there eversince.

"What is life?" I ask myself.

Life can be a dream...or another world...or even an illusion.

Whatever Life is, it's there for all of us.

From the animals and the trees to the Men made from God himself.

One thing is sure, besides it being there for us.

Life is a choice.

We can use it to our hearts desire...or we can throw it away like garbage.

It's all up to us.

Ryou Bakura looked at his classmates as he finished his poem, his brown eyes filled with something that was usually not there. Both wisdom and sadness. Tea, Yugi, Joey, Tristan and Duke slowly clapped as Ryou bowed and walked back to his seat. "Wow...Ryou's got some weird stuff in his head," Joey commented quietly.

The pale duelist sat silently in his desk, looking over his homework while other students went up and read their assignments. He sighed, leaned back, and closed his eyes. His dream came to him again. The Man in Black leaned out of the window, his long ivory hair swaying a little in the evening breeze, his dark chocolate eyes burning deep into Ryou's mortal soul.

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Kilnorc: first poem, so i apologize if this isn't what it's supposed to be like. now, I'm not...grim and suicidal or anything, it's just that I find myself thinking this and many other questions in my spare time. I have dreams that can be used to answer these sort of questions, or raise new ones. until next time...ja ne.