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Horace Mann in my history class
Lived from 1796 to 1859

He was born three hundred years before me
And lived to be sixty-three

What if I died in 2059?
I don't want to die that soon.

I won't even get to see the year 2100!
I've never thought of that before.

I'd have to live to one-hundred and four
And that is highly improbable.

So maybe I'll live to 2076
That's if I get to be eighty

But even then...what if it comes
What if I'm dying, and I have regrets?

What if I'm eighty years old
And I'm lying there thinking

And wishing I had witnessed to those kids in highschool
Wishing I'd taken advantage of having grown up overseas

What if I'm lying there wishing
That I had more time

Wishing I didn't have to go
Feeling like I'm not ready yet?

I don't want that to happen!!
I don't want to die with regrets!!

No!! I still have 63 years
Until I'm eighty, that's enough, isn't it?

But.....that's only assuming
That I'll die of old age

What if I got cancer
Or what if there was a school shooting

Or what if another country set off nukes
Or what if I was on a plane and the plane crashed

What if I died before I got married?
What if I died before I got my love life straightened out?

What if I died without forgiving people
What if I died without forgiving myself?

What if I died without telling my parents
How much I appreciated and loved them?

What if I died without ever finishing a story?
I'd never be a famous (but dead) author.

What if no one remembered me,
Or missed me, or thought of things I'd done?

What if I never did anything worthy of remembrance?
What if it took me before I was ready?

What if
             I died
                      *tomorrow?
If I had lived in
Medieval times, I'd be one
Who carried a sword.
Weapons just feel cool.  I'd never use it, except to look cool.  And threaten people jokingly xD
This may not rhyme  
But look closer, maybe      
You will see that the shape            
Intertwines around
And adds shape you never saw                    
Perhaps it is centered on the right                        
And perhaps it's really on the left                        
You don't really care, just like                              
You shouldn't care what I say                              
Early in the morning before I think                      
Very well about anything      
  I think it's a better idea    
To wait until after lunch    
When I can think well
Or, at least, better than  
Very, very early in the morn.          
Be confused.  Be very confused.      
I wish I could play piano better.      
               But the four or five pieces that I used to know
Are difficult to remember sometimes
             Especially when I don't have the sheet music
                         And I just wish I was better than I am.
                           Lines wrap around the crafted words
                                             And I wonder if I'm crazy
                                                 But I obviously am not
                      Because crazy people don't feel like this
                                 If I was crazy, would you know?
                                                           Would you care?
                                                           ­               The degradation of a soul
                                          Slowly
           ­                                                          My Ctrl key gets stuck
                            Maybe that's my problem in life, do you think?
              I thought it would be easier, but it's not
                         I really thought I'd know better once I arrived
                  But it feels like I've never been here before
               Maybe the times before were not as bad
        And the 'experience' I thought I had
Isn't doing me any good at all.
It's getting better though, you know          
And maybe it would have started being easier                            
A long time ago, if I had been polite          
And sensible in the way I treated you            
As it is, all I've done today is rant    
And I'm not sure if it has anything to do                
With you.                                                             ­     
      

But no.
Tired
I can't explain it any other way
Not sure what's going on around me
I'm in a cloud today

Frustrated
That's what I am
I can't seem to do anything right
And I don't like where I stand

Deceptively calm
That's how I seem
But if you pushed me too far
I might start to act mean

Angry at myself
That's all I'll ever be
Nothing that I feel inside
Can affect anyone but me.

Exhausted
My raging emotions do this
I just can't see why I run
When it's for peace I truly wish

Tired
I'm back where I began
I'm sick of trying to do it all right
So from my knees I will stand.
I used to daydream
That you had a TARDIS, and
You could really come.
Out
Last night I stayed up,
Thinking I'd be fine today:
I was out of it.
Song, you are so stuck
In my head, that I wish you
Were stuck in theirs, too.
 Apr 2014 Bree
Kaye B Anderson
Where am I?
What is this?
Warm, Wet,
I'm swimming.

Alone, Alone for so long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
A thought - *What is this I'm thinking?


Bumps and lumps and all kinds of triumphs.
A race for survival - Depending on all but me.
Made from love or misery?

Who am I?
I can hear voices,
Especially one - Constantly there.
She sounds so sweet.
Who is she?

What will my life be like?
Endless possibilities - No choices.
A game of chances.
What will become of me?

A Newborns destiny - **A lottery.
Creation. Life in the womb. No choices to how we are created or where we will end up. Healthy, or not? Born into fame, wealth, a good family? No choices - its up to chance, like the lottery.
Die
Sometimes I feel like
Every time, I die; but it
Makes me more alive.
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