poet-no-1-billion
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From time to time, I've been known to break a few rhymes out / Even been known to have a few puffs on a snout / But I'm not only a poet, oh no, that's not what I'm all about / For I am human and many things I can do with little worry and doubt. / / I study gracefully the beautiful sciences, / And many things you can do with them, yes, a lot of appliances. / But that is not only where I meet all my alliances / For I am a human and many things I can do apart from the sciences. / / Poetry is courageous, / And outrageous, / And god forbid, severely contagious, / But for I am a human, and I do not fear the disease, / And I hope you don't either, so read on if you please.
Live in your bubble
By all means
But everyone has a bubble
And everyone has dreams
A kick of curiosity
Can send a mind speeding
With a screaming ferocious velocity
And you realise everyone has a bubble.
You sonder.
Over 7 billion bubbles. You will never access them all
But each struggle and hardship
Will be made easier if you fall
To sonder, such a beautiful feeling,
Will send that fall right back into healing.
So please, sonder, sonder and wander and expose your bubble.
In the hope that someone else is sondering too,
And will experience the world,
Just like you.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Just one more before I sleep
Just one more before I leave
Just one more before I argue
Just one more before you win
Just one more before you wither
Just one more before you cry
Just one more, I'm already going to die.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning.
For sure, it's both, if it's Monday Morning,
But some people welcome the coo coo at the crack of dawning
I don't see why, pull away from my bed and I'm always yawning
I can never really tell if its Mourning or Morning
You could have a funeral in the morning and also be mourning
But some people may find that too early to withstand something so boring
I don't see why, because both are just equally as snoring
I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning
What is the need for either or both?
I'm certain that these two are the things that create all the warring
Morning is too early to begin adoring
And, well, Mourning is just too sad to start exploring.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Do you really think a star could shine so brightly if you were never in the world?
I don't think they did before you were born.
How would I know?
Because they don't shine at all, now that you are gone.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC