Poet No 1 billion

Poet No 1 billion Feb 2014

Live in your bubble
By all means
But everyone has a bubble
And everyone has dreams
A kick of curiosity
Can send a mind speeding
With a screaming ferocious velocity

And you realise everyone has a bubble.

You sonder.

Over 7 billion bubbles. You will never access them all

But each struggle and hardship
Will be made easier if you fall

To sonder, such a beautiful feeling,
Will send that fall right back into healing.

So please, sonder, sonder and wander and expose your bubble.
In the hope that someone else is sondering too,
And will experience the world,
Just like you.

Poet No 1 billion Jan 2014

Cigarettes

Just one more before I sleep
Just one more before I leave
Just one more before I argue
Just one more before you win
Just one more before you wither
Just one more before you cry

Just one more, I'm already going to die.

Poet No 1 billion Jan 2014

Morning Or Mourning?

I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning.
For sure, it's both, if it's Monday Morning,
But some people welcome the coo coo at the crack of dawning
I don't see why, pull away from my bed and I'm always yawning

I can never really tell if its Mourning or Morning
You could have a funeral in the morning and also be mourning
But some people may find that too early to withstand something so boring
I don't see why, because both are just equally as snoring

I can never really tell if its Morning or Mourning
What is the need for either or both?
I'm certain that these two are the things that create all the warring
Morning is too early to begin adoring
And, well, Mourning is just too sad to start exploring.

Poet No 1 billion Jan 2014

A glimpse of brightness

Do you really think a star could shine so brightly if you were never in the world?

I don't think they did before you were born.

How would I know?

Because they don't shine at all, now that you are gone.

Life is a light that can only be seen by others, make sure it is as bright as it can be because when it is at it's brightest, it can also warm.

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