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lloyd
lloyd
English Just a kid struggling to live with existential apathy and social anxiety. I cant write well so my poems are poor, but i hope they at least make you think
This number, the intangible phenomenon That governs our lives We are separated, categorised Stereotyped by this number But who's to say this number needs be comparable? Isn't it full of subjectivity And experiences, immeasurable data That cannot be programmed into any system To give us a true idea First, tell us how many times you have been around the sun Then tell us Your age
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
The Chronology of Wisdom
How does a baby see its mother? How does the boy see his dad? How does the teenager see his idols? How does the lover see his partner? How does the man see his wife? How does the elderly man remember his mother?
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The circle
I get lost Inside books Inside movies Inside games I get lost I do not wish do be found I only wish That you come with me
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Lost
I want to see the first thing you see when you wake up I want to hear the most complex questions in your mind I want to know how you cope with sorrowful thoughts I want to feel the softness of your open palms I want to laugh at the things you can't help but laugh at I want to know how you feel when you're favourite song is playing I want to know what you are
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
What are you?
Fifteen thousand men Would not have the strength That I see in you Fifteen thousand men Could not muster the courage That you show everyday Fifteen thousand men Could not face the horrors Of what lies in your dreams Fifty thousand men Could not write enough words To do justice to my love for you
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Fifteen thousand men
A sixteen year old boy stands at a bus stop Fighting back the contortions flooding his face Swallowing down the clay in his throat Desperately praying his knees stay strong The bus pulls away The boy watches as eighteen months of his life drives away from him The girl he loved with the passion only known by a teenage boy Is now gone And as he stumbles in the opposite direction Blinded by questions unanswered The memories begin their assault Beating him in every way he fears
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
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