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On a small boat
Made from
My own thought
I sail the river
Of my breath
Until the thought
That I brought
Dissolved gently
Into a thoughtless sea
Sailing, oh sailing!
To a thoughtless sea
Row, row, row my boat
Without thinking
Anything within me
The river of my breath
Has now taken me
To the very depth
Of a thoughtless sea
All things must die
Even the beautiful rose
Must one day wither
So cutting those
To give them
To someone
And make them happy
Is better than
Them withering
On the stem
My wife
Wanted me
To take my kids
And her so fair
On a shopping spree
For this Christmas
At the “Lifestyle” store
Near here
For according to her
It had everything
Anyone could ever require.
I then quietly
Asked her
If it had the money
That I did so require...
Just for Fun...
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BURNING CALORIES
My Doctor ordered me to exercise
So I now walk through my poems
Many a ghost I now do exorcise
I write poems to burn calories
While eating all sweets and savouries
I read poems to exercise
Enjoying words so sweet and savoury
Many years later, I’m still obese
Even after writing to burn my calories
My doctor now wants me
To step out of my comfort zone
So now from writing verse
To writing worse prose I do turn
All my effort just to burn calories
Not playing to the galleries
But for me and my calories
Without earning any salaries
Prolonging this causes calamities
All just to burn a few calories
MAUERBAUERTRAURIGKEIT

I have loved and been hurt
Several times in my life
So now people I don’t trust
Though I love them anyway
I keep them now at arm’s length
For it is safe that way
I don’t wish to cause pain
I don’t want others to suffer
Or my betrayal so gain
The term Mauerbauertraurigkeit I did discover
It explained the walls around me
Making me appear stuck up, you see
But my fear I cannot overcome
Though I try to break some
Yet from strangers I stay aloof
And push them away like a goof
The term Mauerbauertraurigkeit appears in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.  Mauerbauertraurigkeit refers to the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends whose company you generally enjoy—like a poker player who keeps folding a promising hand in order to avoid the pain of losing, or tamp down the urge to go all-in.

It is derived from the German “Mauerbauer”, to denote a wall-builder and “Traurigkeit”, which means sadness.
Do I need a reason
To love you
Should I need a reason
To cherish you
Why must I love you
Only if I have a reason
Why can’t I just love you
Without any reason
Such as being a good person
Or having good qualities
Without any impurities
Why can’t I just love you
For being you
I just want to be with you
LIBEROSIS

When the flood has risen above my head
It doesn’t matter if it’s a foot or a fathom deep
Or if I am sleeping in a strange bed
For ultimately, nothing matters
We are all sinking into the bed of death
All that matters is to do what we like
Even if it’s going around the world on my bike
Just do as you please and go where you please
Don’t worry about those who do tease
Just keep playing the game of life
Give my best; my all to my wife
Care not what the world thinks or feels
For your happiness it always steals
Live just for the given moment
Until one day you become dormant
On what I can’t control; I care not to comment
“Liberosis” is a term that describes the desire to care less about things, and to let go of unnecessary concerns. It can also be described as a longing for liberty, or an ache to loosen one's grip on life. The term was coined by John Koenig and appears in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.  

The word liberosis comes from the Italian word libero, and is also used to refer to a volleyball player who is a vital part of the defense in the game. These players can move more freely than others, and can sub in without permission. The term liberosis compares the desire to care less about things to keeping the ball alive in the air and always in play as in the game of volleyball.
LACHESISM

When everything is going good
And everything bad I have withstood
My mind then seeks the negative
Imagining bad scenarios so tentative
When a loved one goes away
I fear they will die and wither away
A premonition of impending doom
Accompanied by a lot of gloom
But then these thoughts so irrational
Which make me dysfunctional
Do not affect the actual
When the loved one returns so punctual
Envisaging disasters which aren’t there
Will not get me anywhere
Lacheism is my imaginary bad thing
Now about it I do here sing
Lachesism is a word created by John Koenig, the creator of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which makes up words for emotions that didn't previously exist.

Lachesism is the desire to experience a disaster, such as a plane crash, fire, or earthquake, to start life anew. It's a longing for a revelation that life isn't guaranteed, and that anything can happen.
JOUSKA

Talking to myself
Just talking to myself
Debating the pros and cons
Within my own head
Keeping myself amused
In my own bed
By talking to myself
Within my own head
Duality exists
As two thoughts in my head
The good and the bad
Trying to gain control
In my stupid head
As thoughts do patrol
Opposing thoughts in my head
As I talk to myself in my bed
“Jouska” is a Polish word that refers to a hypothetical conversation that someone compulsively plays out in their head. It can be a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback, or a crisp analysis. Jouska can generate emotion, which can lead to a corresponding physical reaction. It can serve as a psychological batting cage where someone can connect more deeply with people than in everyday life.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a compendium of new words for emotions. Its mission is to shine a light on the fundamental strangeness of being a human being—all the aches, demons, vibes, joys, and urges that are humming in the background of everyday life.

The compiler of the Dictionary is John Koenig a video maker, voice actor, graphic designer, and writer. Born in Idaho and raised in Geneva, Switzerland, he created The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows in 2009, first as a blog before expanding the project to YouTube. He lives in Minneapolis with his wife and daughter.
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RUNNING OUT OF OXYGEN
We are running out of oxygen
We're running out of oxygen
And yet we don't care
About the plight of the next gen
We **** the trees
We pollute the waters
We destroy insects and bees
To technology Man caters
We are running out of oxygen
We're running out of oxygen
And yet we don't care
For we are just greedy Men
Who don’t know when
To care about oxygen
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