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Manboipoet May 2020
When our names are no longer whispered
From the lips of our successors
When our achievements are but a distant memory
To those who inhabit the future
It's easy to forget
We continue to live
Through the will and actions of others

Like a domino effect
All it takes is one person
To change the world
The ability to influence is passed down
Like the soft ripples in a pool
Till the cycle starts again
Forever repeating itself
Thoughts that influenced this poem:

-Why the ability to influence others for the greater good of human kind is so important.
- I want to leave the world knowing its in good hands and that i've made it a better place whether its on a small or large scale.
- Inevitably I will become an uncle, a god father, maybe father and I have to set an example and selflessly make the world a better place.
Manboipoet May 2020
An impatient ego
The eternal spirit
A tug of war between both
My blistered fingers cramp
The muscles in my hand sore
But I continue to write more
Hoping that the connection
Between my mind and hand
Will stay consistent with my thoughts
But there's no guarantee
I guess that's what makes writing so exciting
Writing about feeling inspired, and hoping that moment of inspiration doesn't end, and my mind doesn't blank before I have finished writing.
Manboipoet May 2020
Empty kinder wrappers
You pic n mix my emotions
A hopeful romantic
Call me what you will
You don't know me yet
Unsure of how I should and will feel
I'm still that kid in a sweet shop
Excited yet indecisive
To be continued.
An artist asked me "how are you feeling?" for her project called Strangers Year Book.
Manboipoet May 2020
Strangers on trains
Turn into new acquaintances
French vanilla cappuccinos and prosecco bubbles
Fuelling my burning desire for constant inspiration
A hopeful romantic
Call me what you will
You don't know me yet
I am merely a face to a silhouette
A soul having chosen a human vessel
A possible projection of what you expect me to be
Learning to be comfortable with the unknown
Do I live up to your expectations
Of the person you perceive me to be
If I happen to go off piste
Please hold this space for me
Till I find my way back
Have faith I will.
The thoughts the inspired me whilst writing this:

- we are the sum of all our moments we experience and witness throughout our lives.
- fight for meaning
- being part of someone else's memory is both flattering and disturbing
- it seems like as a species, humans are always desiring more, although it can have its benefits, is it healthy to desire? or should we all just be content with what we have?
- we are all just passing through
- my friend introduced me to Tim Hortons French Vanilla Cappuccino powder and it’s unreal
- everyone you ever meet may have a different version of you in their head and when I wrote this I was wondering if the version of me in their head is in line with who I truly am.
Manboipoet May 2020
I can almost feel it
Such tranquility
The warmth of the lights from street lamps
Shine down on me like a tractor beam
Radiating through me
Like its sole purpose is to aid in my inner peace

My heart begins to race
As I pace to catch my bus
Smile on my face as I need not wait
For the next one

Street beggars, political and criminal offenders headline newspapers
Refusing to waste time
My eyes find comfort in mother nature
But for now I'm planted firmly in my comfy isle seat on the train
Destination Shepards Bush
Fake news de ja vu 2020 vision
But I see no bush in sight

I stay focused yet intrigued
Stuck but I refuse to run
Plagued by unfamiliar faces in a delightful way
A mother and her young
Admiring the magnetic energy between couples as they touch tongues
Like two pieces of the same puzzle

The hustle returns as I step off the train
An anomaly in the rat race
Stress levels adjust accordingly
Humans barging through my personal space
Forcing me ... to keep my cool.
A journey to Shepards Bush at around 10pm.
Manboipoet May 2020
It’s been a while
Since I’ve heard your voice
Or seen your smile
Moments spent together
I replay in my head
Priceless memories
A potential treasure chest
But for now I must be patient
And I’m trying my best
But I’m so displeased with quarantine
For pausing whatever moments lay ahead
Whether it’s hot dogs and gelato
Or Sunday strolls in Shoreditch
I want to experience it with you
Frustrated in quarantine.

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