Maxwellfley - Hello Poetry

The echoes of a whisper came from an incorporeal dream.

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Mar 22, 2020

Mar 22, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC

Maxwellfley

The Echoes of a Whisper from an Incorporeal Dream

The echoes of a whisper came from an incorporeal dream.

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Wouldnt it be nice if every one smiled And everywhere was filled with laughter And there was singing fairies as far as the eye can see Wouldnt it be nice if everyone joined hands and sang kumbaiya Whatever thats supposed to be Wouldnt it be nice if everyone had a snuggie to rap themselves in and we would change our name from humanity to snugmanity Well im not too sure about that one but while im at it Let me go over some other nice things Poetry is nice too. Because if there was no poetry id have a lot of answering to do for all this sitting around Puppies are also nice with there huge adorable eyes and there funny internet videos The last chip in the chip bag or the rest after a nice workout A good nights rest or a daughter named clever Over eating and games and wasting time and arguing Its all nice in the end because life is too good to pass up And in the end there will be nothing to regret. just happy memories But let me tell you the truth More important than any life lived or memories made It would be nice if i could be found in a hug lost in a smile

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC

Maxwellfley

A perfect world

Wouldnt it be nice if every one smiled And everywhere was filled with laughter And there was singing fairies as far as the eye can see Wouldnt it be nice if everyone joined hands and sang kumbaiya Whatever thats supposed to be Wouldnt it be nice if everyone had a snuggie to rap themselves in and we would change our name from humanity to snugmanity Well im not too sure about that one but while im at it Let me go over some other nice things Poetry is nice too. Because if there was no poetry id have a lot of answering to do for all this sitting around Puppies are also nice with there huge adorable eyes and there funny internet videos The last chip in the chip bag or the rest after a nice workout A good nights rest or a daughter named clever Over eating and games and wasting time and arguing Its all nice in the end because life is too good to pass up And in the end there will be nothing to regret. just happy memories But let me tell you the truth More important than any life lived or memories made It would be nice if i could be found in a hug lost in a smile

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As i shuffle down the street on my way to class My eyes shift back and forth for any sign of motivation Some cosmic sign from god Maybe the sun hitting the trees or the grass flowing Eventually my eyes meet a lonely can on the road What a lonely existence this can had lived To have been loved and cherished and used and discarded Maybe what i see in this can is a reflection of me... No its just a stupid can and it will be nothing more than that But, What power do i have as a poet. I am the god that inhabits this world And my word is etched into the soul of this paper I can assign life to any object i please and take it away just as fast Or atleast until i realize how bad my last idea for a poem was

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC

Maxwellfley

Overthinking = poetry

As i shuffle down the street on my way to class My eyes shift back and forth for any sign of motivation Some cosmic sign from god Maybe the sun hitting the trees or the grass flowing Eventually my eyes meet a lonely can on the road What a lonely existence this can had lived To have been loved and cherished and used and discarded Maybe what i see in this can is a reflection of me... No its just a stupid can and it will be nothing more than that But, What power do i have as a poet. I am the god that inhabits this world And my word is etched into the soul of this paper I can assign life to any object i please and take it away just as fast Or atleast until i realize how bad my last idea for a poem was

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I remember when i was a kid i had a power rangers mech toy It would stand mighty at 2 ft. Tall and i absolutely worshipped it. It was but a cheap plastic toy but to my young and impressionable eyes it was everything Cheap joints were to me freedom,legs... The courage to move forward with my life Its cheaply made speakers that was drenched in white noice. A voice I remember it all and even as an adult i miss my toy It was taken and thrown away without my consent or approval Many nights passed were spent crying with no success in sight Now here i am as an adult but just as lost and confused as i was as a child If there is anything i want to tell you, it is that you are not a toy But i am still as desperate as ever to recover what i have lost Sobbing and crying alone like a child.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC

Maxwellfley

A Forgotten Toy

I remember when i was a kid i had a power rangers mech toy It would stand mighty at 2 ft. Tall and i absolutely worshipped it. It was but a cheap plastic toy but to my young and impressionable eyes it was everything Cheap joints were to me freedom,legs... The courage to move forward with my life Its cheaply made speakers that was drenched in white noice. A voice I remember it all and even as an adult i miss my toy It was taken and thrown away without my consent or approval Many nights passed were spent crying with no success in sight Now here i am as an adult but just as lost and confused as i was as a child If there is anything i want to tell you, it is that you are not a toy But i am still as desperate as ever to recover what i have lost Sobbing and crying alone like a child.

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