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An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
Every course should be marked on content.
In todays schooling we ask students to write final essays or regular essays to discuss their knowledge in a specific topic. However, marks are deducted for minor sentence errors, grammatical errors and style errors. But does that mean they don’t have sufficient knowledge about the topic or that the content of the essay does mean standards? No. Students lose marks for unrelated reasons. Grammar is not content. Grammar is grammar. Content could be excellent while the grammar is horrible. Philosophers potentially had the worst grammar ever, however we have glorified their thoughts for centuries.
This is where schooling has changed. And this is how schooling needs to change. Writing an essay is irrelevant to knowledge about a topic. Writing skills and understanding of content do not intertwine. If I wanted someone to apply knowledge they learned from a topic an essay is perhaps a very irrelevant way of doing so. Why judge someone on something that is, in today’s society exposed to interferences? Interferences such as grammatical errors.
If I wanted to know someones knowledge about a certain topic and wanted them to apply logic and theories they learned from courses, why not talk to them rather than using paper as a pigeon to share ideas? If it was spoken I can’t say “you lost marks because you didn’t put a period here and a comma there.” If it is spoken, you will still be able to notice if the student understands the topic. This way there is not interferences. It is strictly about content of knowledge and the students ability to apply what they have learned into specific views about a question I would have for them.
If I asked a teacher to have a class discussion where everyone had input, how would the teacher grade them? On quality of their answer, and clarity. Clarity being their ability to get to the point. However, if it is not clear, can the student make it clear for the rest of the class? Because what sometimes isn’t clear for one person, could be unclear because they are not as intelligent to be able to understand. The other student might not be so stupid because he said it in a way that is unclear. Maybe the listener is stupid because they didn’t understand? However, if the student can make it clear then their quality of the answer enhances and they will receive a higher grade.
For instance, if this was a formal essay that attempted to answer “What is wrong with schooling?” I would lose marks because I asked questions. Asking questions for some reason is not allowed? Is it informal? No. But society tells us we shouldn’t ask questions we should instead assume something and make a statement because that imposes confidence in a thought. But, if I was questioning certain aspects of something would that prove that I have sufficient knowledge towards one topic? Wouldn’t that impose that I have enough knowledge to understand details and question them? But hey, don’t formulate that statement in a question. It’s stupid. Question everything because you will never know all the answers regardless of all the resources.
By discussing a topic, the answers are direct. Content may vary depending on how much the student learned (providing the teacher is good at teaching and the proper course are in place). If the student struggles to understand a topic it will be evident in the quality of their answer. We can still see if the student is trying too hard (which is never a bad thing to set the standard high, shoot for the stars), or if the answer they have is someone else’s because they aren’t necessarily answers that they would have or words that they would use. But that is an assumption. Never assume, instead question. We can still notice if the student paid attention the course lectures and successfully answered the topic question with detail, reference, questions, relations, and application of knowledge that was taught to the student.
Just because a student can’t write a thought out on paper, does not mean they didn’t understand it. **** I used contractions, I would lose more marks there as well. See what I mean, a highschool teacher would tell me that I can’t say “Can’t” I was supposed to say “Can not” because that is formal. What is formal? Who said that is formal? Jim Joe Bob down the road? Who cares, does the student understand the topic or not? Stop docking marks for things unrelated to the subject.
If this was a writing course it would be understood why a student would lose marks for grammar and word choice and sentence structure or clarity. But students lose marks in History essays for word choice, and in political science for forgetting a period and in gender studies for saying “you” in a final essay. These are unneeded reasons for losing marks. At the end of the day does the student understand the historical importance of the topic? Or does the student understand the importance of the judiciary amongst the political system? Or does the student understand that sexism will only negatively impact society? If no, then he or she gets a bad mark, if yes, they get a good mark. Stop making up reasons for bad marks.
However, one will say; “Well what if the quality of the essay is so ****** I can’t even understand their knowledge?” This proves the instability of essays. Don’t ask for an essay. Ask to talk to the student about the topic. You’ll know if he or she understands. Just like when you go to a retail store and ask for advice about a product. We know if the associate knows what they are talking about, if they have no idea or if they are just telling us what they learned from training (which isn’t bad). Teachers potentially train students in a certain area. Why not ask a question which enforces them to apply the knowledge which they gained from the training to their answer? The teacher will know if the student knows what they are talking about (because they paid attention in training/class) or if they have no idea (because they did not understand or pay attention). Even if they retell you everything that was taught to them. Don’t they know something about the answer? Yes, it’s not the most enriched content because it was your own words but the student learned something right? Isn’t that why they go to school? To learn?
Another will say; “But we can’t escape writing. We have to do it everyday. A person must know how to write.” Fair. But why not teach writing in a writing course? One where the student will be marked on their ability to be clear in writing, or their ability to be grammatically correct, or their word selectiveness, or the sentence and paragraph structure. This seems like an appropriate course to deduct marks for incorrect application of knowledge. However, another person will ask; “then how do you teach structure and grammar?” Through exercises. Ask them to write a paper. Go through assignments as a class, encourage class participation and discussion. If the student doesn’t talk, the teacher will know what they understand therefore, how are they to give them anything but a bad mark? It’s at the student’s discretion but the proper systems need to be in place.
An example; how many people have gotten a paper back, looked at their grade and put the paper away? Did not even look at the corrections or suggestions for reasons why the mark was so poor or decent? Every one. Why not give a student a second chance? Why not scare them to do their best? Try this: Ask students to answer a question, any question. Have them hand it in 10 days from the assigned date. Students who want a good mark will use their time wisely to proof read, get the proper references and apply the correct knowledge. Students who want to get by will start two nights before. Once the papers are handed in, edit them. Once finished, return them without a mark. Wait for the students reaction. They will come up to you asking “what’d I get?”, “why isn’t there a mark?”. Tell them that, they aren’t getting a mark, they need to read the corrections and implement them. Have the paper due in three days. Once the papers are submitted, grade them. There will be less grammatical errors. At least for the students who took the time to read the corrections and implement them. The students who did not, will not receive a high grade a potentially face the threat of a failing grade. Hand the papers back with grades. Once this is done, ask for them to write another essay on a different topic. A topic such as “Should capital punishment be reinforced in Canada?” This topic is ok because you can write about any topic, its still writing. Writing is not confined to topics such as grammar, story writing or essay writing. Writing has infinite topic possibilities. But once the essay topic is given out, tell them they have 10 days to hand it in. Once handed in, give them a grade. Don’t give the chance for editing this time, and see if there is less errors for each student, ask to sit down with them and compare the errors that were made. In this way the student will learn and most importantly remember why and why not to write in certain structures while adding certain grammatical content.
With this exercise the student will learn how to clearly write, but it will take a while. It should be mandatory that students take a writing course throughout elementary and secondary school because the statement is true “we cannot escape writing”. Everyone must know how to write. But in society we struggle to remember that, just because someone can’t write something doesn’t mean they do not understand the topic. If I was to ask Einstein to write a topic on the differences of between time and space in APA format, His content would very well achieve high academic standards but his grammar and format would be god awful. It would be horrendous. He did not know how to write in specific manners, he would use his resources to learn but that was because from what we know he wanted to achieve in the highest manner possible. But he understood the content, and isn’t that what is most important? O the other hand, if I asked him to tell me about the topic, would it be more credible? Would it blow someone’s mind because they couldn’t take away marks. He would receive 100% on everything because he understood the content. That’s all that matters. For those who want to write, take writing courses. Or in today’s society, every context course is a writing course, as students are not be graded on their quality, rather, they are being graded on writing abilities. So to conclude, are we teaching history, science, politics, law, child and youth studies or are we just teaching students how to write without expanding their knowledge of the topic. We can’t base content off of what is written down,  interferences are infinite. ****, I used “can’t”. Sorry.
3.1k · Sep 2014
Stubborn Man
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
When my world crumbles
And the birds no longer sing
Their innocent morning melodies
I think of you
And where you’re going
It reminds me that no matter what
The sun will bring light to your eyes
The oceans waves will flow freely
And the world is still spinning
But, My head is still spinning
My stomach is still turning
My blood is still flowing
So fall asleep
Smiling and at ease
Knowing you were able to conquer
The anchored stubborn mind of a man
Who could not resist your perfected charm
Beautifully free
Secured from the worlds bitter harm
And for the rest of your life
You’ll be able to inspire all that I admire
I’d say that’s a treat
But my minds still spinning helplessly on
So when my world crumbles
And the Canadian winds no longer blow
The autumn leaves to the dusk
Of the white blanket approaching
I think of you
And your largest love
It reminds me that no matter what
The bears will roar
the French will still speak of Amore
the business men will march civil suited
As you admit you adore me
My heart cramps
And the monarch twists my stomach
Bringing upon my corny sweat of panic
So fall asleep
Smiling and at ease
Knowing you were able to conquer
The anchored stubborn mind of a man
Who could not resist your innocent smile
Beautifully free
Its such a relief that we’re compatible
And for the rest of your life
You’ll be able to inspire all that I admire
Id say that’s a treat
But my stomach is still turning
So when my world crumbles
And the queen falls
The golden state is 10 feet under
And people forget the Hollywood ways
I think of you
And your love for those of disabilities
It reminds me that
No matter what
Flowers will bloom in spring
the willow will creak with every gust of wind
and our lives continuously change
our love remains tightened by a bind
my cheeks crimple
my finger tips tingle
my spine straightens
So fall asleep
Smiling and at ease
Knowing you were able to conquer
The anchored stubborn mind of a man
Who could not resist your **** mind
Beautifully free
Love would admit we are intertwined
And for the rest of your life
Youll be able to inspire all that I admire
Id say it’s a treat
And when my head no longer spins
My stomach no longer turns
And My blood no longer flows
I want to watch the world come to a stand still
Standing six feet small
Beside my precious love
You are everyone I ever wanted
Let this thought haunt you
Falling deeply in love with me
My world can crumble before my eyes
But it would not be enough
To break the anchor of this stubborn man
1.9k · Sep 2014
Whisky or a Woman
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
she said sit down
I'm going to teach you something
I want you to listen closely
and react impulsively
I'm going to teach you to destroy a woman
I placed my drink on the table
among the booth too big for two people
I found it so odd
she was clearly attracted to me
but I found something behind
the most obvious undertow of ****** attraction
why would she want to teach me to destroy a woman
when she could not second guess that I only wanted her
I let go of my whiskey
intertwined my hands as I brought my entire attention to her mislead flirtatious lesson
I stared right into her eyes
but not fiercely or intensely
like a cliche Twilight type of character would
I locked my attention solely on her
I had to nearly remind myself to listen
first; listen to her, every word she uses
every social cue she speaks
every corny line and aspect ofdiverse diction
then find a way to say it back
find a way to remind her that you could not care about anything else like the pathetic men or ****** women wandering
second; find out what she wants
and make demands upon these obsessions
respectfully of course
if her favorite drink is an apple martini,
make sure she has one with you
third; be funny
there's nothing worse than a guy without humor
crack a joke about a dinosaur for all she could care, she'll laugh, corny or hysterical
I wrapped my hand around my whiskey
while holding my most attention I took a sip
I was sure I was becoming drunk
and that made me adore her more and more with each splash that fell down my throat
fourth; have something to offer
have potential
have something more than your ability to dress well
have a good, sustainable job
something you care about, something you want
five; be you
don't be reliant on her at all times
she needs independence as much as you
when you're saying you need a night with the guys
she probably needs a night with the girls
care for her but don't get attached to her
when you want to say something
even though it could change the outcome of a conversation
do it,
she'll expect you to alter her future
and rattle her expectations
even though she has no idea how she wants it to be done
six; rock her world
prepare yourself like a pre game warm up
like the SATs or the BAR exam
your ability to hold that conversation will lock her down faster than you can say "mine"
seven; stay committed
if you want to utterly destroy her
be ready
you know she'll want to come home with you
and have intense, romantic and physical ***
be ready to meet her needs
don't let her find one flaw in your night
she grabbed her glass took a small sip
blinked once, breathed deep and placed her glass down
holding her absolute perfection
when I say perfect I mean so so perfect
more than the proclaimed Jesus Christ
she was perfect
now go wander the room and find a woman
she stood up from her seat and walked to the bar
I stood still watching her leave
then turned my head in every direction
circling the bar like a foolish drunk
I wandered past every poor excuse of a woman
finding that every girl could not meet my slightest of demands
until I found myself at the bar
searching the bar for one woman worth destroying
one woman worth pillaging or washing away like a relentless storm
until I turned to my direction in her classy and **** perfection
I walked up from behind her and said
an apple martini and a whiskey please
how'd your night go she asked
accompanied by a sigh I told her that I  could not care about any of those pathetic men or ****** women wandering the bar
she smiled, and why not she asked so daringly
because I want to be accompanied by beauty and intellect
not emptiness people with no potential
so what do you have to offer then? she asked me
well I'm 2 weeks from writing my BAR exam
but up until 10 minutes ago,
I've never studied something so hard in my life
she smiled again, and why do you want to be a lawyer?
a good Christmas bonus I answered
she laughed while grabbing her drink
and what do you do I asked?
I am a legislative attendant
I accompany all of our lovely law makers
She said sarcastically
I place my hand on the back of her chair and said; well luckily I shut them all down
she laughed again and suggested we open a law firm together
to inflict similar damage on legislative members
and I told her I would struggle to work everyday
as I would be entirely locked on her
beauty, intellect, smile, squinting brown eyes, humor, perception, indecisions, independence and for knowing exactly what she wants and I am falling in love with it quicker than my last 6 straight whiskeys have made me drunk
although I could have just laughed and told her Id love that
I wouldn't have altered her expectations or rattle her expectations
I wanted to rock her world
and I did,
she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me
her lips were perfect,
she did not have one flaw
let's get out of here
we stood from our bar stools and stumbled out
and I shouldn't have to tell you she was about to have the best *** of her life
and fall in love with a man that loved her more than he did his whiskey
1.4k · Dec 2014
The Power of Sport
An Uncommon Poet Dec 2014
I lived in the rink
Cold and Damp
I lived on the field painted in white lines
Lit by the scorching sun or blistering winds
I've seen things you could not imagine
I've done things you cannot comprehend
I've stuck up for my team-mates
I've popped shoulders back in place
Treated wounds, sewed gashes
I've sacrificed every inch of my body
To feel triumph and success
But there is a limitation
I will never destroy my opponents
As this is not war
Nor am I a warrior
I am human
My respect is endless regardless of our feud
I've seen people hand their jerseys to those less fortunate
I've strived to make my opponents tap out
But as they begin to lose consciousness
I've removed their mouth guard and supported their neck
I've hugged and cried for what we do for the love of the sport
I watched a wrestler of only 11, orchestrate a loss
To his opponent whom had cerebral palsy
Question my desire to succeed
But I will never elevate this desire over someone who needs to succeed
I am a fierce competitor but I will never harm my opponents
I will pick up the soccer ball if my opponent lays in agony
I’ve watched a man tear his hamstring
Yet limp and crawl down the track
Because he will never sink to a quitter
It’s worth more than a win
Its personal growth
I've seen old team-mates now opponents
Hand over awards
With the utmost open heart and congratulations
And although they are against each other on paper
This does not disperse them
Their respect and love for the person did not seep between the cracks in the ice
I’ve defeated my opponents and lifted their heads
To congratulate them for how hard they’ve worked
At the end of the day a trophy sits on your shelf
Win or lose, the success is growing beyond what once was your capacity
I’ve seen man and boy carry their family through triathlons
Swimming across lakes with ropes tied to the boat where their member rests
Carrying the weight of 150lbs on the front of their bikes
Push the extra weight in a wheel chair
Because they did not seek success
They seek the moment of triumph and achievement
To share with their family
To force them to experience overcoming the impossible
How can you disguise the power of sport?
How can you disguise its beauty?
Its successes and failures?
Its heart breaks and companionship?
The power of sport unites us as a society
Never disrespect its illuminated opportunity
Never shun those who've experienced its chaos
At our most vulnerable lows
Your friends, family, opponents and bystanders
Will always be here for you
Because this is what sport ignites
The fiery flame burning through the pits of your stomach
Capsizing your heart
Forcing you to show respect for one another
Sports is not about receiving the gold medal
Its about becoming faster, smarter, stronger, quicker
Ultimately better than you once were
The bar that once barricaded you from success
Becomes in-existent
Because you've grown and overcome the barrier that stands before you
And this should never come at the cost of your opponent
For as long as they are your opponent
You will respect them
Because like Canada’s Prime Minister once said;
We may be opponents but we are never enemies
Think twice before you disgrace the numerous games
Which have written millions of memories
I’ve been there
The power of sport is undeniable
You should crave the highest level of achievement
For not only yourself
But your opponents too
Respect their mental capacity and push them
To be better than the man that stares back at them every morning
Do not ever disrespect the power of sport
As you will experience moments which will be tattoos to your mind until you pass
You are as good as your work ethic
The trophy is only a bonus
The gold medal is staring yourself dead in the eyes
And recognizing you've grown
Recognizing you respect and love your opponents
Despite your differences
Recognizing that you will do anything it takes
To help others become 1% than they once were
Because the smile it brings to their face
And the fire it starts in their heart will never die
There pride will elevate beyond the furthest stars
All because of you
So I plead you,
Get off your couch
Step away from your computer
Roll out of bed
Step away from the kitchen
And work as hard as you can
To achieve something you want
Something you want to bad that you cannot even explain your desire
I grew up being told nothing will ever stand in my way
I will achieve everything I put my mind to
With an unstoppable work ethic, respect and desire to achieve
I will become better every day
So why shouldn't you?
1.4k · Sep 2014
She, The Demon
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
The rounded room was dark
Accompanied by a man alone and scared
He searched for an exit
But the room would allow it
He turned every angle
Attempting to dismantle
He lost his focus
As sweat rivered down his bearded cheeks
Cracks and creaks trembled in the room
The high notes of a grand pianos keys
In the shadows of his own darkness
He searched for ways to avoid its realism
But failed to disregard it
Until a figure walked from the shaded confinement
A demon stood before him
Illuminated by the flickering infra-red light
She stood wearing her naked curves
Palms open encouraging his temptation
She was relentless
As he stood restless
1.4k · Sep 2014
The Bystander
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I’m an atheist he said
The crowd erupted and roared
Bottles thrown and spit fired
Fingers pointing and foul words jointing
Hear me out he asked
The crowd fell to half
How could we be lead by a man like you
A man of no faith and belief
Direction or related mind
I am not like you he said
I’m a man of my own
With a mind of my own
I do not obey the words on old paper
Old faith and testaments
Organized by preachers and the mystical
I disobey the orders of the proclaimed Christianity
It’s a waste of time
Equally as blind as the blind
You say I’m mislead and misguided
But I grew up
Grew bigger than the mythical scenes of a delusional mind
We believe in Santa until
You realize the man cannot fly
Deliver to 7 billion people one night annually
I was forced the change the human mind
The manual of the distracted and unkind
I am the man with my head on straight
I was able to recognize, stabilize and seize
A true fact would be
Humans would fail to exist without bees
But you’re more focused on Moses’ ability to part seas
Noah saving one of each species
If you could narrow your mind
Aid yourself to not restrict and bind
You’d be able to improve world issues
Decrease poverty rates or aid small businesses
Now I’m not saying you will, but you’re entirely capable
I’m not saying you can’t while believing in him
But to me its one less distraction and myth
To arouse my imagination with
Instead I use that extra time and space
To ponder all of the cures and fixes
Improvements and enhancements
The crowd sat down
I watched as they nodded their heads with hesitation
Afraid to be caught by their peers
I raised my chin slowly to the man in white
So what do you believe in sir
He grinned and grinded his teeth
I am an open book
Millions of pages without words on them
I welcome and accept your differences
I do not attempt to change your beliefs like you do me
What you believe makes you diverse
But when you believe a mythical soul because someone told you so
Remember you are no longer diverse
You can be a man of the Arab faith or Christian belief
Believe that I don’t care who or what you believe
I’ll accept you
I’ll welcome and ingest what I like from everything you insist is correct
A man of unbiased and unfettered
You will no confine me or define me
I intake what I adore
Apply it to myself until I love nothing more
Then move to the next trait
I will continue to do this until my million pages are left full
There would not be room for one letter left in the top right corner of my lined paper
And honestly I do not want one thing from any of you
You judged me on behalf of the way I live
Like it would affect the way you live
Instead of acceptance and an open ear
You fell deaf like an infection or symptoms of vertigo
Instead of open arms
They became cuffed behind your back, rightfully so for your lack of embrace
I have files, folders and books written
Of things I wish not to be, things that are wrong and inhumane
Yet im still a young man
So aware and so directed
So guided and lead
By my own mind and beliefs rather than mythical creatures and imaginative retreats
This is a book of what I do not want to be
The man held a bible in his hands
People did not budge or scratch
Speak or lose focus
If you want to believe in something the man said
Believe in people
Believe in good faith and kind hearts
Believe in diversity and fresh starts
Don’t be caught off guard to evil actions
They are bound to happen
But people will help and aid them
Prevent and proclaim again
If you want to believe in God,
Believe in the force of people as one together being God
God did not make that Natural Disaster happen
Our ecological destruction did
Do not believe that God gave the unfertile woman a baby
Believe in good luck and breaking the odds
My mother always told me nothing is impossible
So I pledged to believe that we as humans together
Will embrace and be the causes of making the impossible possible
We as humans, together as one are everything you believe in
We have inhumane powers,
A thousand years ago they would not have believed in a CN Tower
Believe in the power of us as one
As we will save our people, trees, waters and everything we need
One by one
We are that man that is responsible for everything we see as impossible
Because we convince ourselves to believe there is something more powerful than us
We do not want to accept harsh and abnormal realities
Instead we weaken our minds and enhance our acceptances
And claim a figure named God did what humans apparently could not
“And What?” a man of the crowd shouted
Let me ask you this the man stared in straight face
What color would your man of God be wearing
“White of course, robes of white” the man shouted
And let me welcome you to something sir the man on stage said
Look around your room
There isn’t a man or woman in this room that Is not dressed in white
Although you’ll believe your God made this happen
I’ll fall to believe that fate and coincidence led aid to my theory
So to answer your question
I will lead you into the new world
One which will purify our lively hoods
And change the world
And if that is not enough motivation to follow my footsteps
Then I do not want to lead you
I will take my goals elsewhere
Thank you the man said as he walked away
I looked from left to right
The room remained quiet and stunned
Mentally reviewing everything the man just said
They began to look around the room and their people, ancient brothers and sisters
Until beautiful lady in a slim white dress stood up and applauded
One by one the people of the future raised from their seats
Clapping and screaming
Shouting and embracing
“We Are the People of the Future! Follow Me As I Lead You! Into The New World! I Am Your Sealer and Together We Are God! Love Me Like I Love You”
The crowd erupted
As I stood, clapping and smiling
I was not just a bystander
No, now I’m a man of the future
1.3k · Sep 2014
Eco-Holocaust
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
They’re gonna look back on us
In disgust
The generation of the Environmental Holocaust
That’s what they’ll call it
Destroying homes for paper and clothes
Polluting our air to see our friends down the road
What’s the point?
Are we greedy? Scared? Or Unaware?
Maybe we don’t care
Maybe the future generations don’t deserve the privileges we have
I wouldn’t agree with the above statement
But I’m just the messenger
1.2k · Oct 2014
13 Minutes Of A Woman
An Uncommon Poet Oct 2014
1:30pm, Friday Afternoon;
before me was an hourglass figure
lost in her own beauty
lit by limelight
illuminated with every smirk and grin
she dropped her robe
wearing her armoured skin
I studied every inch of every curve
from her waist to her unsupported *******
her uncovered belly and vulnerable legs
her beauty was bulletproof
she was foolproof
solely dominant in her free flowing wind
she ruled the world
without speaking a word
she found men drooling
but they would degrade her
they would lessen her
women would study her
in the privacy of their homes
but squint their eyes at a pass by
i don't see the issue
why must she be put down
I've stared at her for 9 minutes now
the difference from hips to waist
the body she's accepted she can't replace
I do not see insufficiency
nor lack of anything
as a matter of fact she had everything
I was lost in reality
not the falsified dismantled claim
of the jealous fool
she put pity on those of insecure judgement
she was not a *** object standing before me
she was an invaluable soul
weighted by comments
locked in her mindful safe
it is now 1:43
and admittedly
I was lost entirely in her persistent and almost torturous stance
as a young woman naked and vulnerable
but trusting of me to adore her
instead of disguise her truth in snide  
she was a weightless soul
carrying the weight of the world
1.2k · Dec 2014
Space Cadet
An Uncommon Poet Dec 2014
Hey there Spaceman
Can you show me the way to the moon
I see it in a distance
But there is neither a road nor airplane which can take me
Do you know the way to my destination?
Can I ride paper planes or toy freight trains?
Is there a marathon or highway?
I just want to meet upon the brightest side
I wanted to be that sparkle in the sky for once
Rather than the regular half mooned night
Do you know the way?
You see, it is more than a dream
I’m reliant on this trip
I need this for me
My ship is sinking
And I’m reliant on this false hope to keep me afloat
Anchored by own discrepancies and incompetence
I want to adjust from the lowest landmark
To the highest point in the sky
I want to the be the peak
The threshold of epistemology
I need Epicurean to save me from Stoicville
Bend the bars which restrict my capabilities
So please, I do not want to drop to me knees
But can you show me the way?
I want to live among the mystical moon dust
And emptiness of space
I want to be atop the object of hope
I want to stare back at the people who stare to my home
For hope, direction, predictions, answers
I want to stare into the eyes of the people who are lost
And looking for the map to the moon
The map to happiness
I want to see the pain, confusion and desperation of those who seek a cure
This is what it would take to bring my ship to sea level
This is what it would take to fuel my train
This is what it would take the ignite my engine
Don’t stare with insanity reflecting back at me
Your ****** expression will not dismiss me
I am striving to see the truth of the world
I want to see how vulnerable people are during lonesome
Because I refuse to believe it is only I who feels this way
Who seeks improvement and justification?
There is no rush hour on the way to the moon
My dream is of the few without a traffic jam to surpass
I am at weakness and scarce vulnerabilities
Please Spaceman,
Be my guide to fulfillment
I can walk the world one hundred times
But I’m still grounded
Show me how to elevate
So my life can follow behind me
I refuse to admit to begging
I will admit I’m desperate
This water is slowly filling my lungs
But I do not want to return to surface
I want to go above it
So If I am ever to sink
At least I will pass by Earth one last time as I fall
1.1k · Oct 2014
Victoria
An Uncommon Poet Oct 2014
Victoria, let me explain
How am I to remain restless?
How am I to brainstorm?
You impede my thoughts
As you break the bolted vault that is my mind
You tear the doors open and stare me in the eyes
I cannot bear the feeling
Your lively brown eyes
A melody out of tune
Singing your own song
How I could I resist falling in love?
As I cannot bear your focus
I want more of it
I am a leaf dangling from an autumn tree
I do not perish in the winter
Or dry out during the fall
With Victoria,
Summer is my only season,
Heated under her bright bulb
May my insufficiencies
Whisper you to sleep
But do not accept its depletion
As any reason for our loves decay
Remain mine
Until you can longer illuminate
Until we decay
Until the world is no longer content
I would only accept
The love of Victoria
As she causes chaos to my entirety
And I could not remember a second
Which I did not adore your every available amenity
1.1k · Sep 2014
A Cynical Society Pt. 3
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
Where did this illness come from?
Who is responsible for this?
I am not ready to perish
I am not ready to say goodbye
Who is responsible for these toxins?
In our air, water and food
I am only 19
I have a world ahead of me
Wait,
I have an ashtray before me
A capitalistic wasteland
Of the walking dead
Dressed in business suits
And Louis Vuitton dress shoes
Carrying brief cases of polluted thoughts
How do I stop this acidity?
How do I unite a body of 7 billion people?
Empower the people for wanting to stay alive
We could easily lose our minds
We could pull the trigger
Or overdose with a bottle of Jack
But we stand tall
Unwilling to fall
We will not collapse
All I want to do is breath
Don’t take away the Northern Winds
Leave me alone and let me prosper
While I strengthen my lungs
Let me fall asleep
Whispering Victoria in my mind
But instead I ponder my tax dollars
And I am accompanied with guilty thoughts
As you use my money to decay the minds of billions
Until it is an issue
You will not speak of this issue
Until fingers are pointed
You place blame on the companies which you sponsor
Change your ways
Before the Muskoka lakes become toxic
And the fall leaves no longer exist
I want to live
Don’t take this away from me
936 · Sep 2014
Brother Down
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
In plans to avoid the cliché
I write this poems in memory of a man I've never met
A man stuck in my dreams
A man I have pictures of
But no more than that,
I'd love to say he's my brother that went to war
Because according to you, he'd be a hero
But regardless he's heroic
I'd love to say he's the Prime Minister
Because according to you, he'd be a great leader
But he still leads
I'd love to say he's a great writer
Because according to you, he'd be inspirational
But regardless, he inspires me
A stone covered teen-age boy
Growing up with insecurities and tremendous assumptions
Watching my parents weep on Christmas
And for the longest time I never knew why
They certainly weren't bipolar
My brother carries him on his back
In black ink
But why?
What happened?
I was always to scared to ask
But I had a head on collision with my own thoughts
Lights beaming in my eyes
Facing a shift in my reality
I inflated my chest
and asked the question filled with thousands of stories
I believed that I could decay from  my thoughts
and accompany the members of the deceased
or show my courage and accept the answer
knowing nothing can be changed
"he's your brother" my mother told me
"and he exists only in our memory"
I nodded in a bitter taste
"we have pictures and toys but,
those are his,
and now they are yours
they live with you
because we trust you can bring forth
enough love to make up for all that was taken from us
You will fix us" She ensured me
My hands shook and swam in a a sea of sweat
I could not stare them in the face
As they became the hated messenger
"We love you and your brother,
two folds
to make up for the one we've lost
Don't ever be shy to your thoughts
Express your love and be intensely compassionate
As you will be the greatest lover and friend
To ever exist"
I nodded and smiled as a tear fell from my face
drowning every question and assumption
I've ever vaulted
I write this because I do not want sympathy
However I do ask a favour
Please,
"express your love and be intensely compassionate
As you will be the greatest lover and friend
to ever exist"

Rest In Peace to a man worthy of a million Questions,
Douglas
D.R.E.A.M
I could never be more proud of this young man
He faced a disease no toddler should ever witness
Battling meningitis at the age of 2
and fell during the Christmas Holiday
And as we feel vacant and immense desolation
We cherish the strength we individually provide
Reliant on one another
Empowering one another to remain standing tall
903 · Sep 2014
Domestic Violence
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
a man overpowered as usual
but I don't want to confuse you
or make you delusional
you say I'm redundant
but ***** I love it
you can't resist me
although you claim you don't need me
believe me
you wouldn't live three days without me
don't doubt it
it's exhausting
poisonous like the fumes from your exhaust
it's diabolical until someone restrains me
stops and halts me
try to walk out the door
I dare you
it scares you
because you know you could never comeback
it'd be a failure like Kobe's comeback
March your *** out that door
sing a song if you need motivation
actually don't your voice causes degradation
and for me, just irritation
see ya later, Sianara
slam the door behind you,
it'd have more of a melody
what're you gonna do without me
you're insane hunny
don't play me like it's my issues
they could make issues on your issues
oblivious to your egotistical *******
can't bare it or hold it
even though it's big enough to be tangible
but too big for my shoulders to manage it
where's Dwayne Johnson and his Johnson
he'll need the extra hand to handle it
I guess what I'm trying to say is
I'd love it if you disappeared
became inexistent like your excuse for a commitment
I was out for a run
I stayed late for class
school of **** I'll take a guess
Is jack black there too?
did you beat the drum or blow the horn
you come home and ignore me
but when I try to leave or flip my ****
you adore me
you love to see the sweat of my brow
and the ache in my neck
my hand shake and lips quiver
you're that little sliver in my skin
the nail in my coffin
knife in my back
but hold on, relax
I'm bulletproof
armored and foolproof
you'd need a AK to halt my day
It's under my bed
grab it and try to point it at my head
I dare you,
you know you would have woken up Sunday
to it pointing at you in bed
Misfire after misfire
so much gunpowder and fumes started a fire
the house burned to the ground
til I turned around and saw standing silently
but making the loudest sound
silence and incompetence
isn't that what this relationship is like
constant fights, night after night
looking back at it I'm glad my life's not like that
but today is it debatable?
domestic violence, divorce and confinement
restraining orders, theft, drugs and alcohol
the intoxication of one man or woman
is enough to intoxicate you for more than a few hours
you lose all power
to control and live successfully
instead more drama then Johny drama
after an audition
in comparison most relationships nowadays
are like auditions and trials
approached in-denial
after this your life will be nothing more than a file
in the cabinet of let downs and losers
**** ups and collapses
stand up and figure your **** out
don't be a statistic
760 · Oct 2014
Word Play
An Uncommon Poet Oct 2014
What the **** am I doing
Alone and zoned
Music playing to make noise in the background
The artful expression aiding me
To believe that I want to do something I have no intention of doing
Write, write, write
Why?
Why must I write?
How do I feel the feeling of needing to write?
All I know is I must write,
Is accidentally double clicking Word the sign
Or is my random outbreaks all combined
Is it the alcohol talking
Or my fingers ancey attitude
Either way words are coming out
Nonsense or not, people will say “wow, I liked it”
While in my head I say “you’re full of ****”
Who will be the one to say its garbage
And not because I wrote about my intentions,
But truly believe it is garbage,
This is not really a poem, its my mind releasing emotion through my finger tips
Is that so terrible?
Maybe another sip will have the answer,
Maybe two?
Where is this going, what does this mean
Why must I type?
Why must I be me?
Why must I feel to write
Who am I trying to please?
Me or society?
My friends will love me either way, my talents only increase their love
But is that the reason behind why people write
Or do they feel the words fall in place
Do they feel the art slip off the edge of their finger nails
Being a wordsmith is nearly a craft
As one must be able to adapt and shape words into places unseen
The unheard of is only what gets glory,
Those who receive it are recognized for their ability to truly be creative
Creative in a way no one has before,
But am I doing that right now?
Really at the end of the day this poem isn’t for anyone,
I’d shy from calling it a poem,
It’s a memoir for my memory from my mind
The mind that can’t sit still for further than 5 seconds,
Sue me
757 · Sep 2014
Belittled
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
it's manifested
you're lucky to stand before me
you're lucky you adore me
it's strikes my interest
you're nothing by amusement
aroused by whatever you have to offer
confined by your insecurities
I bet they eat at you when you're alone
I bet you pull your hair and claw at your cheeks
I but you stumble and leave streaks
hoping I'd stumble over them
and strike a conversation
because you lack the motivation to speak up
you convince yourself I want you
when really I need something to occupy my empty time
my time between meals, my time between classes
you arouse my empty space
don't feel I crave you, don't feel I need you
my independence exceeds whatever you can do
twirl you hair and ramble about your night
hitting a blank page
best part is I remain a blank page
lack the care to intake
makes me laugh cause there's nothing at stake
you're a fragment of boredom
I'll give you a second to ponder that
take the day actually
I could use a day off
you're all the same
he's to blame
he's so clingy
he loves me
he's this and he's that
man she's whack
man she won't shut up
man she's so hot
but so is Rita
So is Tina
nothing changes
flipping through a catalogue of ******* and slight capabilities
something to catch my eye
something to **** the previous one
I'd give you a name but something is better than nothing
719 · Sep 2014
Devilish
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
Infatuated by the feel
Could it be real
Doubting myself
My own disbelief
Accompanied my interest
Upon that which drained me
My muscles tore
As I pondered the possibilities
Positive or negative impacts
Lingered inside my skull
Like a bad dream
I couldn’t see what was in front of me
I’d come home and think about the feel
The way it made my hair stand up
Or my stomach wring out
I’d call in sick
I’d sit around with this imaginative being
Who could believe me
It was beautiful
Like no other
I starred helplessly
It had compelled me
To focus
Hypnotized by its ability to synthesize
I was mesmerized by more than a set of eyes
My life changed
To something I’m happy I became
My neck was finally able to lift my head
My chest was finally able to inflate
My shoulders felt weight
I felt pressure
To be absolutely perfect
In hopes to be able to conquer all that I pondered
How do I succeed?
I wanted more of this new me
How could I raise more?
I wanted to be known
I wanted to be loved
I stared in the mirror look for inadequacies
I shined my shoes and slicked back my hair
My tie was real tight and my pants real high
I loved myself
The way I looked
The way I felt
My confidence
Why wouldn’t anyone else?
Until it disappeared
I began to notice my lack of acknowledgement
I fell in love with myself
More than that which showed me love
I didn’t recognize, appreciate or praise its beauty or intelligence
It’s ability to make me better
I was so in love with the man I was becoming
That it started wrong from the beginning
So wrong that I failed to call her by her name
Instead of “it”
I wanted to become better more than I wanted her
She was therapeutic to my lifestyle
Yet she fixed everything but the ultimatum
The one who controls the lifestyle
My appreciation was inexistent
As my search for a new personality enriched
I couldn’t even call her “she”
I couldn’t even remember her name
After months I would have heard it a million times
But now It’s all I want to know
I can remain without the love again
But her name would give me that sense of hope
Belief and direction
Until I found a letter written in my name
I pealed back the envelop and unfolded the coffee stained paper
Hope eroded my body
I wanted to know
I was nervous and obsessed with the unknown
The letter read to me:
“You were inexistent in my life and obsessed with your own.

Goodbye,

Anonymous.”
She didn’t even add her name
She knew I that I never knew
She knew I never paid attention
So much that she felt I was unworthy of knowing it
My head fell from my neck
My chest deflated
My shoulders could not bare the weight
I no longer felt how she made me feel
I was inadequate to myself
I was my own worst nightmare
And although I now lived alone
I slept with the devil every night
702 · Sep 2014
Admit to Me
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I sit here and write lines
helplessly helping words fall into place
sweating over the definition of my verse
maybe if I use big words she'll love me
maybe if I exercised the thought of apodyopsis she'll want to **** me
what is it that makes her drool
what is it that makes her bite her lip
I sit here and stare at the empty page
as curiosity punches me in the face
my eraser falls thin
the point of my pencil becomes a rounded wall
blocking me from lyrically crushing her current emotion
with my emotional baggage and excuses for questions of nonsense
she loves it either way
but I want to see her shirt drop and her pants fall to the floor
I want to see her underwear tangle around her toes and bra hanging by a thread
I want her to tackle me onto the bed
and grasp my body
as I capture what the **** to say or do
I'd be a clueless and moronic
human corpse, a space cadet
trying to make a moment I wouldnt forget
but my memory is a near epiphany
then I realized I'm my own histamine
falling terminally ill to my own curiosity
as I sit here and ponder possible ways to make her scream and scratch
claw and moan
fall into an intoxicated mindset
lost in the sensation, high from the ******* abstinence
I became sidetracked from my intention
perfectly plotting the lyrics to this poetic excuse for mental state of ****** cravings
was all I had to do, instead she was the only thing I wanted to do
I refused to control my emotions and spited  myself for my temptations
my punishment was to complete this poem
in the most utterly honest way
to indulge in the realism of foreshadowing
to amuse the literal stints line after line
and once I'm done, crumple up the paper
break my pencil and dispose of my imaginative discretion  
and once my page turns to black ash from the light of the fire
I will begin again
until she stands unclothed beyond me
until she forfeits to my literal ultimatum
652 · Sep 2014
A Cynical Society Pt. 1
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
why do we punish ourselves
why do we hurt and amputate our needs
as your trained to follow and obey
you lose your distinctive features
that thing that makes you entirely different compared to the next person
something so valuable and intangible
something that makes your hair fall different
helplessly act for your brain
something that makes you ultimately different from the next person
the sound of your voice and direction of thought
your humor and witty attitude
your sarcasm and vulnerability to certain words
your fear of the dark or something weird like open windows
you're uniquely weird and entirely adequate
you have the potential to be among near perfection
yet we collapse to the stranglehold of society's expectations
now I hate motivational diction or corny poetic reliefs
but,
if you want to listen to music really loud do it
if you want to drive for no apparent reason, do it
if you want to fall in love way to early, do it
if you want to escape that some love that happened to early
well you know what I'm getting at
this will help ease your mind
you will originate your perception to your irreplaceable person
instead of becoming the identical to your neighbor
be you, be real, don't be shy to the unwritten code of society
enforce yourself to experience happiness on the most maximum scale
experience that euphoric high every day
if you want to get drunk off the sound of Vance Joys voice, be my guest
No one controls you
You are you
and the worst thing you can do
is shut down a persons distinction
because they are not you
because they do not agree with you
just because they don't where the same clothes as you, does not make them an invaluable member of society
to be distinct makes our world diverse
and currently the only diversification about us is the the human life form
we are born universally unique
we are, to our knowledge, living on the only planet which can sustain life
so why the **** would you want to be like anyone else
be kind, be lovingly foul, be intellectually indestructible
don't forget your value
flaunt it like that stuck up female who thinks she deserves the perfect man cause she's beautiful
or that ***** of a man who happens to have blue eyes and gets whatever he wants
go to sleep happy with your power
abide by your own rules without enforcing pity on others
respect your brothers and sisters
for being uniquely valuable
because they're thinking something you're not capable of
as you have the exact same talent
be different
dont collapse to the demands of a society which obliged itself to follow
lead your own way
651 · Sep 2014
Poetic Friction
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
intoxicated off my imagination
my intellect toward diction
my ability to turn reality to fiction
figuratively it's unrealistic
it just falls in my head
without a thought of preparation
the first word that comes to mind
is a word that I ultimately can't define
but it fits
like a missing puzzle piece
the definition paints the picture
the word is exactly what I was looking for
and I didn't even know it
it fell onto my paper from the everlasting skies of my mind
I'm high of my own literacy
and drunk off the feeling of completion
I've grown to love what it does to people
the way it makes you feel and think
the way I make you stare lost at a screen of hundreds of words and poor grammar
I'll make you ask yourself
"where does he come up with this ****"
you'll be amazed by the depth in the abyss of my diction
you'll be amazed by the Himalayas peak in my imagination
I cause cognitive discomfort
and mental discretion
I hope you pull your hair and bite your lip
cause you'll love me more afterward
until you realize
there's a small selected group
chosen to read my words
sometimes one, sometimes five, sometimes none?
you'll never know
why would I tell you?
the hesitation to know compels you
you'd torture yourself to know
if you're the only one
passed the point of mental erosion
I'll enforce a frontal lobe explosion
each word is it's own explosive
unique to you,
because you explode at a certain line, verse or word
which one is it
collapse at my feet
fall apart from the weakness of your knees
fail to be at ease
surrender your pathetic excuse for self control
to my literal poetic friction
until you witness the new human extinction
635 · Sep 2014
A Cynical Society Pt. 2
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I'm lost, I'm nothing, my words mean nothing
to this race of humans
which ego has capsized this planet
the imagination of losing a family member
is beyond horrifying
yet we pillage and terrorize our own world
shrugging off the destruction it causes
and the pain it inflects on those family members
our loved ones fall to their knees
break their backs
shatter their self-interests
and unworthiness is the ultimatum
but we would rather use plastic than paper
because it's cheaper
we will underpay and undervalue
our brothers and sisters
to better ourselves with an increased pay cheque
we are perhaps the most selfish
yet entirely aware
the most intelligent to accompany a shared space
unaware to our animal fathers which prospered our kind
uncaring to the animal kingdom
and especially our own kingdom
the only person we are concerned about
is the king
ourselves, we will survive with more money and ownership than the next man
and ideally that would lead to happiness, success and fulfillment
we accept and do not argue societal norm
we aim for this type of success
to be glorified by our friends
rather than be happy with ourselves
we are pathetic follow ups
an excuse for consumption
I'd love to claim we were an experimental group
just to have one excuse for our idiotic actions
but we're too stupid to even notice the binds we've tied around ourselves
were one of the most intelligent species
and we degrade and mortify our extremities to be a member of society
imagine, how intelligent we would truly be
as a united force of 7 billion unique and distinct minds
working together to uncover the worlds hidden mysteries
and extending human life forms beyond our pathetic acceptance of human knowledge
we would be idolized
instead of carrying a devilish ambiance on our world
conquered and destroyed by a race with so much potential
and instead of flourishing our only green earth
we've created the foreshadowing of a planet of dust and death
no trace of historic resemblance
so the money you made today at the cost of another's well being will be worthless
just like the race that lives by this unwritten law of "happiness"
An Uncommon Poet Dec 2014
I know your routine
You roll to the end of the bed
You place you cold toes on the hardwood
As you rub your concrete eye lids
You slip past the cover’s tangled web
Attempting to keep you in its padded cell
You shuffle across the room’s desert wasteland  
As if your ankles were shackled together
Until you reach your closet
You run through every suit you own
But today is Thursday so you’ll wear you navy slim fit
No, silly me
It’s Friday, black suit coat is singing your name
The soft blue dress shirt sang the chorus
You lift them from their support
And rest them on the bed
That with its imaginative arms is so eagerly pulling you back in
You turn to your dresser and pull out a pair of plaid socks
Probably because you’re feet have gone numb at this point
You attempt to piece yourself together
Puzzled by the placement of the disfigured parts
You twist, turn, adjust and arrange
Until you believe you look more than your worth
But this is the part that stumps me,
After you slip on your ever so pointy black shoe
You come to the mirror
To judge your appearance
But what do you see?
Because to me, once the puzzled picture is in place
I see a transparent support holding up every article of clothing you had assembled
I see the suit resting on nothing but empty space
The socks warming up nothing
The inseam of the chest beating nearly every second
Cuffs slipping slightly beyond the sleeve of the coat
But I cannot see anything which makes this figure
I cannot see the being which forces the coats chest to rise and fall
I see a vitreous mold holding together each piece of the puzzle
And then when the sun begins to sink into the black waters
This empty suit returns to the mirror to separate the puzzle
The coat is unbuttoned
The pants fall to the ice rink below
Until every piece returns to its box
And once it does, this person appears in his socks and underwear
Until he wakes up the next morning
With a new puzzle to solve
So excuse me for straying away from my question
But you must understand
I wake up every morning not worried, nor scared
But disoriented, mentally lost at sea one could say
As I watch a man disappear as soon as his button breaches the last hole
So I must ask,
I’ve waited ever so patiently
And have begun to believe your morning puzzle
Is missing several important pieces,
So please tell me
What do you see?
Because if you claim that there is a person under that suit coat,
From dawn til’ dusk
You’re absurd
602 · Sep 2014
A Lost Cause
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I leaned against the countertop of the bar
A dark cloud lingering over me
"where are you" she asked
Lost I said
Everywhere but here
Everywhere but in this room
my head wanderlust
tsunamis tunneled through my thought
storms flooded my veins
mountains weighted my shoulders
I lost strength to compel
as a strain
they gain humor
as I struggle
they watch
my mind caved in
the bottle wasn't enough to dilute me
i drank myself to a midnight sweat
I ached of second thoughts and regrets
my hands shake
my knees tremble
Himalayas entrenched my curiosity
my light my intelligence
People loved me for what I was worth
but now I'm nothing
But a man of the innocent destruction
a ticking time bomb
an experimental reconstruction
People destroyed me
A test of sort
A worthy companion
polluted by corporate control and egotistic capitalism
I'm nothing now
But people like you don't help
You're more worried about Why I ache and am at loss
Rather than aiding the pain I've gone through first
Comfort detracts once curiosity overrules care and sympathy
No I don't ask for empathy and compassion
Just someone with an imagination
to be my distraction from my eternal collapse
I'm more than a societal experiment
I'm human
But today, what is that worth?
528 · Sep 2014
Some Sort of Writer's Block
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
helpless wandering
my back falls against the post
I sit here pondering
words to collaborate
to help elaborate my sense of mind
is it worth the work?
is it worth my time?
scrolling through yesterday
I found my self amazed, occupied and interested
in the ideas of what it would be like
temptations arouse my conscious
until my conscious kicked in
reminded me of my restraint
my shackle of freedom
my consequences
but how stupid am I to believe them
I sit restless,
it's obvious where my mind is at
it's obvious where I would like to go
it's obvious I'm clueless
my only ability is so put words together
like a wordsmith of some sort
people accept my words on paper
because they seize to believe it's true
It lacks the physical person
the voice matching through their ear
leaving behind a sense of legitimacy
but truthfully I'm speaking the truth
I do not lie to say I'm tempted
I would not lie to say I want it
But a sense of resistance disallows me
to exercise what arouses me
a restraint on one wrist
and denial in the other
the only way both will be freed
is reliance on one another
until the restraint vanishes
slips and falls loose
the denial will become acceptance
collapse and forgiveness
craving for more
aching and pleading
like a fix of *******
until I succeed it
until I give in
until I provide
it would crave and curl up
upon the darkness in the atmosphere
it would obsess until I say yes
so in sympathy to provide
and empathy to aid
she would dream wish and crave
me, the man of infinite words
the man of handcuffs and strait jackets
the man of wombs and catacombs
the man tightened up and tucked away
and she fails to realize
by saying no out of morality
she fails to get what she wants
as I remains shackled to my poor excuse
I seem to call my reality

— The End —