AthePoet - Hello Poetry

Blame my eyes Still too big for the world Or mine thoughts Still lightly naive, But to my surprise Still too big for the world It is not To my old life I grieve. "It sounds hard" she said Too small in this world "I don't want it, I choose to stay here" But my love don't dread When you're big for this world You will find it Less easy to fear It's not all black ink Filling in squares on a page Or alarm clocks Or ties and a suit There's more than you see Eyes too big for this world When responsibility is yours To hold

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC

From one child to another

Blame my eyes Still too big for the world Or mine thoughts Still lightly naive, But to my surprise Still too big for the world It is not To my old life I grieve. "It sounds hard" she said Too small in this world "I don't want it, I choose to stay here" But my love don't dread When you're big for this world You will find it Less easy to fear It's not all black ink Filling in squares on a page Or alarm clocks Or ties and a suit There's more than you see Eyes too big for this world When responsibility is yours To hold

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When I was six years old I learned about the inevitable How we walk six feet tall Then sleep six feet under For many months I was mourning the loss of those I had yet to lose. Whether there is a hell or heaven, There is nothing that awaits me. My final wish is that I may return To the center of stars So I may see the world from several million miles away.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 12:47 AM UTC

Death in the Eyes of a Child

When I was six years old I learned about the inevitable How we walk six feet tall Then sleep six feet under For many months I was mourning the loss of those I had yet to lose. Whether there is a hell or heaven, There is nothing that awaits me. My final wish is that I may return To the center of stars So I may see the world from several million miles away.

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To the one, I once called Mother Know I did and didn't mean it It slipped off of my tongue I forgot to catch it And so my mind spoke a secret truth. Because I once thought of you Mother Even though you weren't We both knew that And yet we both heard myself calling you Mother. It's not because I wanted you to replace The one I owe my life to. My heart beats with hers Because it once was hers And always will be Walking outside of her. But I once called you Mother Because my mind thinks with yours And my heart follows that sometimes Too. Mother, Though you are not mine, You make me feel at ease. Because as I am my Mother's heart Calmed by her breathing I am also calmed by yours.

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Jan 19, 2021

Jan 19, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC

To the One I once called Mother

To the one, I once called Mother Know I did and didn't mean it It slipped off of my tongue I forgot to catch it And so my mind spoke a secret truth. Because I once thought of you Mother Even though you weren't We both knew that And yet we both heard myself calling you Mother. It's not because I wanted you to replace The one I owe my life to. My heart beats with hers Because it once was hers And always will be Walking outside of her. But I once called you Mother Because my mind thinks with yours And my heart follows that sometimes Too. Mother, Though you are not mine, You make me feel at ease. Because as I am my Mother's heart Calmed by her breathing I am also calmed by yours.

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I ask you this time and time again, good sir, When you tell me how I am to live When you know not the first idea of where I come from Have I made you uncomfortable? I assume you will realize that is my reality.

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Sep 29, 2020

Sep 29, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC

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I ask you this time and time again, good sir, When you tell me how I am to live When you know not the first idea of where I come from Have I made you uncomfortable? I assume you will realize that is my reality.

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Now I am eighteen And I watch as the "leader" of my country Threatens to take away my rights To everything, I was looking forward to. How may I protect myself? In a world that has told me I am not welcome.

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Sep 29, 2020

Sep 29, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC

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Now I am eighteen And I watch as the "leader" of my country Threatens to take away my rights To everything, I was looking forward to. How may I protect myself? In a world that has told me I am not welcome.

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When I turn eighteen It is my coming of age To learn to fight So I’ll feel safe When my mother can no longer protect me.

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Jun 22, 2020

Jun 22, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC

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When I turn eighteen It is my coming of age To learn to fight So I’ll feel safe When my mother can no longer protect me.

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Science is my religion Listen before you shout "No, now that's impossible" Please, just hear me out. Science is my religion It fits the basic rules It explains the way the world works And I personally think it's cool. Long ago, if a volcano struck We explained it with our gods I'm not saying that's not wrong, (But there might've been different odds) So science is my religion Researchers are my priests Announcing new discoveries Natures now-known feats. A hypothesis is my prayer What I think will happen It's my way of saying "please, Bless me with thy compassion" When my hypothesis is wrong It doesn't mean I'm bad Doesn't mean I've sinned Or that a god is mad It simply means it's different I haven't found the answer I will go and ask for help Find a scientific pastor. A lab room is my chapel To go when I need guidance Or have a burning question I will answer it with science. I do not mean to harm Start an all-out war of deities I respect and appreciate all gods All religions of different varieties But science is my religion My way of finding answers Where my curiosity flourishes Motivation to acts of good manners. Once again, please do not yell Tell me that I must be wrong It's just that our views differ We sing a different song I love that you have yours God, gods, spirits, angels, more I know we can all get along Just as nicely as before. Science is my religion Researchers, my priests A hypothesis, my prayer A laboratory, my chapel.

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Jun 9, 2020

Jun 9, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC

Science is My Religion

Science is my religion Listen before you shout "No, now that's impossible" Please, just hear me out. Science is my religion It fits the basic rules It explains the way the world works And I personally think it's cool. Long ago, if a volcano struck We explained it with our gods I'm not saying that's not wrong, (But there might've been different odds) So science is my religion Researchers are my priests Announcing new discoveries Natures now-known feats. A hypothesis is my prayer What I think will happen It's my way of saying "please, Bless me with thy compassion" When my hypothesis is wrong It doesn't mean I'm bad Doesn't mean I've sinned Or that a god is mad It simply means it's different I haven't found the answer I will go and ask for help Find a scientific pastor. A lab room is my chapel To go when I need guidance Or have a burning question I will answer it with science. I do not mean to harm Start an all-out war of deities I respect and appreciate all gods All religions of different varieties But science is my religion My way of finding answers Where my curiosity flourishes Motivation to acts of good manners. Once again, please do not yell Tell me that I must be wrong It's just that our views differ We sing a different song I love that you have yours God, gods, spirits, angels, more I know we can all get along Just as nicely as before. Science is my religion Researchers, my priests A hypothesis, my prayer A laboratory, my chapel.

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