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The plagiarist is somebody
who loves the high regard.
Talent less and lazy and
lack a sense of working hard.

Its easier to copy,
take credit for another's trade
because they lack accomplishment,
it makes them feel afraid.

Afraid, because of inadequacy
in what they do or say
they want the credit of their peers
without a price too pay.

Incompetent and shallow
might cause these beasts to steal.
They like to boast of mastery
but of course this is not real

Shameful in their thievery
could never achieve the work they stole
but perhaps when they're pretending
this helps to make them feel whole.

This should not make them happy.
This should not make them glad.
In fact it should reiterate
that they are really, very sad!
14th September 2014
Andrew Kerklaan Sep 2014
Pining romantically for tragedy, my frustration paints a full colour  portrait of guilt and spite and shame...

Looking directly at me...

This snide look all over his face and just the shambles of an unfinished sentence barely even audible saying

Well, what can I say? Sorrow just suits you better...
A bitter muse I just can't seem to let go of... Maybe one day..
Andrew Kerklaan Sep 2014
He had told me one time before the last,

that his face was that of his confusion...  
    
    
  
And it took me some time still,  
    
To realise...    
    
    
That the confusion of which he had spoken...    
                                                       ­                      .    
    
                                                        .  ­  
    
   ­                                 .    
      
Was actually my own
I'm not sure where this came from. It just had to be written down and so now it's here...
  Aug 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
J A M
PIE
The answer to life's problems
Is in front of your face
It is pie indeed
Make no mistake

Pies of all sizes
Take your place
Delightful to gaze upon
If even not so great

How can you mess up
Something in a round plate?

Meringue or not
They are all so yummy
Just thinking about them
In your tummy

The thought alone is
Oh so yummy!

For now I will retreat
To something not so grand
But soon I will rejoice
With pie in hand
Silly, I know. For my son who loves pie! :)
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2014
Waiting for the bus and beginning to lose my mind...

A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by...

Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot

Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows!

No further ahead, no closer to my goal...

Just left behind...

                           By the bus that never showed
I wrote this just the other day. I don't think any explanation is needed...
...Just venting.

I usually try not to sound so "sing-song" about my writing but that's just how it came out...
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