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Nov 15 · 93
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
EXULANSIS

What’s the point of talking
When you are not my words even understanding
So I just walk away from myself
For I am alien to yourself
Are you not understanding
Or feigning a lack of understanding
Maybe you hate me or envy me
But I only love thee
When that love is not understood
A state of Exulansis, most misunderstood
I then do enter
Not because I want to be attention’s centre
But because you cannot me decipher
So here I feel like a mere cipher
And drift away forever
Your pity, I don’t seek ever
My mind is now faraway
With you all it can never stay
"Exulansis" refers to the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it whether through envy, pity, or simple foreignness–which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog

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.
Nov 12 · 142
NAKED TRUTHS
Naked Truths
Aren’t always pretty
Some of them
Even have a flabby belly
But the truth
They will always be
Even though they are
Most times ugly
So I don’t like to
Dress up my truth
Let it all hang out there
Fat and so loose
For no one expects
Truth to be pretty
When the lies win
Beauty contests aplenty
My children want me
To put up the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols with glee
Right through the year for free
For they believe the Christmas Spirit
Should just not be confined
To a single limited season
But throughout the year
For a good and noble reason
This world definitely needs
Christmas’ true spirit
Of love and peace
Throughout the year
And I will give them
Gifts of verse
Throughout the year
Actually, the kids want fun throughout the year.... Lol
Nov 11 · 141
MANY ILLUSIONS
This is a place of many illusions
We live within the biggest illusion
Called this blessed world
Where yet another big illusion
Fools us all the while
We call this illusion as time
Our body is not what we see
It is just sound and light you see
The five elements are just the crust
And will soon turn to dust
Our soul is a flower
Which is so soft and tender
But who will believe me
Until, past these illusions they can see
The wildest illusion of them all
Is my ****** poetry so small
For it is not really mine or thine
Just falling onto my paper
From whence I cannot decipher
Life is another illusion
A blessing received by this pauper
Death yet another illusion
While we actually live forever
This is the place of many illusions
Leading to people with delusions
Nov 11 · 250
UNREAD
I came across a poem
Not liked by anyone
For many a day
Many had read the poem
But no one had liked it
Nor loved it, even a bit
I could feel the pain
Of the poor poem
And the striving poet
Whom no one had liked
In any definite way
And remained
Unloved and unread
For many a day
Nov 10 · 99
THE SPIDER
I woke up to a shrill scream,
I wondered if it was a dream
But it was only my wife screaming
At the sight of a spider invading
I ran towards her immediately
To **** it instantly
But she would not have any of it.
She just wanted me to take it out
For she was a merciful lady
And so I did take it out
To a place ever so shady.
We quickly drowned a few drinks
Within a matter of a few blinks
And I got to know him better
Even though he was a web building spider.
I found him to be a nice guy.
To be friendly I did try
He said he was a web designer
And we parted ways with a promise
To meet up sooner than later
JUST FOR FUN...
Nov 10 · 107
ORGASMIC VERSE
Head now shattered
My Brain lay splattered
My Mind thus expanded
Words spent and expended
Now only boundless joy
Certainly not a promotional ploy
Only peace and bliss
Like a woman's gentle kiss
You know what I mean
As I lie in my sweat’s sheen
The joy of foreplay
Culminating in words that lay
On this virtual paper
Soon to be forgotten forever
To make love with words
Is far better than with girls
My head now shattered
Brain lies splattered
My Mind now expanded
Words now rest expended
Can the child
Return to the womb
Can the corpse
Return to life from the tomb
Can the withered flower
Now radiantly bloom
Can the big tree
Return to be a sapling
Can the present
Be reversed to the past
To all these questions
I definitely say yes
But not by going in reverse
For that is so perverse
But by going forward
Into the future
For it is all just a cycle
The future is the past we recycle
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