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ms hitt 5d
woe is me.
I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!
pity, please?
I'M ON CLOUD NINE!
tormenting me?
I'M FILLED WITH BOUNDLESS BLISS!
share some with me?
ms hitt 5d
i look in the mirror and what do i see?
a pretty face, as beautiful as me!
                                                                  or an ugly ogre, as wretched as me?
i sing for the birds and what do i hear?
a chip-tune back, and i shed a tear!
                                                                              or a cry of fear when i near?
i take a look around and what do i realize?
everyone, their eyes on me!
                                                      leave me alone, i did not mean to advertise!
ms hitt 6d
the bump-bump bubbling of the boil
(of the kettle)

the splish-splish splashing of the tea
(of the teapot)

the crunch-crunch crunching of the surface
(of the biscuit)

the woosh-woosh wooshing of the wind
(of the earth)

the quiet, quiet silence of nothing
(of the interlude)

the thump-thump thumping of the steps
(of the people)
ms hitt 6d
"why should poems rhyme," he asked,
"life does not rhyme," he reasoned,
"and poetry is a painting of life," he shouted

words should rhyme, for poetry is the sublime fruit of life,
and fruit deserves color, not just a muted strife of grey
poetry should be rife with color
ms hitt 6d
looking forward into my past
i see me climbing mountains
and scaling cliffs
traversing the seas and
doing things no man has done before

looking back into my future
i see me struggling to put word on paper
and slouching
being a slob and
doing things no man hasn't done before

is this my fate?
forever twisted in trysts of triumph and troubles
tempted with treasure but treated as a tool?
ms hitt Apr 25
"we hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal"
if all men are created equal
then how come

men were treated like property
always sunk into poverty
faced with such inequality
no chance for scholarly
credentials or a standing in the economy

never ever given a shot at success
stopped from owning business
or express themselves, when we try to influence
The zeitgeist of society, show signs of progress
nevertheless, we regress

the corners of the country still act like nothing has changed
generations raised on flawed principles, we need to update
and adapt to the new beat of the culture, stay sync with the tune
rhyme on the same rythym as everyone else
think different.

four of fifty people still reject me, call me a defect
because i'm an ugly splotch of paint in their reality
they call me a ******, a *****, their words reflect
their jealousy, fallacy in their faces
think different.
ms hitt Apr 23
you wrote all these songs
and letters and plays and
all the words galore

you put your heart
and your soul into
these wishful thoughts

you put all your time and your effort into
a really roundabout way to tell me that
"i love you"
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