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With my thoughtful mind I can write, but only what I know best.
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Simon
Apr 2020
Having a masters degree about anything isn’t that much when it comes to actually having it, itself…isn’t it…? Only if one were to become mutually thoughtful right off the bat about how insightful it is to be the master’s degree itself…is to persuade the thoughtful contemplation's ahead of schedule over one’s very insight. Because you see, there all the same. Insight and thoughtful. Heck! There even what you’d call (one in the same)! That being said, I’d like to think that the more (something) were to come out of context altogether without a whisper of a (someone) whimpering without knowing (what or if) contemplation's itself hast to add in both words known as insight or thoughtful…? One or the other doesn’t STAND A CHANCE when it comes to (something) without figuring out what a simple masters degree is all about. As this may sound like a lot of rambling… B-but it’s both a tasteless virtue and variety…all at the same single interval type of spectacle. And speaking of spectacles…. (Who) or MORE like (what)…is the actual spectacle…? Well obviously, no one in particular! It’s just a random statement just simply (wanting) to escape and flutter out endlessly without a moment’s thought. This is what being open-minded is all about! Especially when it comes to being simply thoughtful while (still) full of insight. Where the contemplation's aren’t agreeable before the very simulations of either being both full of (insight and thoughtful) even had a chance to keep up with you (yourself) as the master’s degree full of all this hip and happening type of fluttering inspirational sparks flying off again…without a moment’s thought! Meaning, (IT’S) treating itself to a very good time! A-and what exactly is (tre-eating) itself to a very good time…? Well…are you CRAZY or WHAT…?! Don’t you see the clearer truth for a lackluster simulation for non-realizations for (self)?! Because I sure doo! And it’s both marvellous and magnificent! S-so in the end, what does all this entail exactly…? Easy! First: everything isn’t made up in your own little immature average noggin. Two: nothing is completely foreseeable when (something) isn't completely sought out to be right for the ABSOLUTE…BETTER! And three: as if there’s anything more to add in the safest of descriptions among its simulation for examples. For nothing is ever right, when something isn’t known to believe it can stride onward towards a master’s degree of insight and thoughtful contemplation's when everything is truly meant to be for the ABSOLUTE…BETTER! Simply when you have the simplest of behavioral attitudes wavering you down for one’s attention span to catch you in a staggering fall of trust. Especially when that very attention span, is your crutch to simply (with minor difficulties) to keep you upright without completely falling over. Then falling prey to your own justified goods full of the very negative ramifications that your own behavioural attitudes wanted you to believe into catching that very follow-up. That’s when (you) will know for ALL THE LUCKIEST STARS IN THE GALAXY! That everything doesn’t come before you… As being open-minded is never the lackluster for choice among its trustful guidance to see otherwise. As it’s luckier to see everything to the very end. Even if (seeing something to the ABSOLUTE ending point) sparks a gesturable nudge in the right direction for (self) to tell equally all things apart for the (again and again…ABSOLUTE…BETTER)! Once you come to understand its very information so it’s simulation for compatibility will make it’s match clean without very tough or rough or rigid testifying guilty pleasures from exhausting all efforts towards those very (ABSOLUTE ending points). Then one could (for the ABSOLUTE…BETTER) actually afford to comprehend its very choice over luck which molds together to then validate a (hopeful serenity) form of trust just isn't what it’s all cracked up to be! As that’s both (seemingly and supposedly) to be the actual case. B-but is it, really?! Especially if that very individual isn’t up to standards when its form is nothing but basic plastic with a VERY grungy transparency. This is when you’d (thought) to be the very master’s degree student without failing to notion about just how far you’ve come when confronting (self) away from the very contemplation's that seemingly and supposedly come (without fail) firstly. Before you could have any time to self-react towards your own thoughts and feelings transcribing themselves into there own (want’s and needs) about the type of insight and thoughtfulness you’d like to share globally with a higher petition about what (self) is all about. Now, who’s next…?!
Nothing is EVER truer than what comes with mistrust to a global faction full of rust never correctly seeing the obvious, when it’s TRULY staring you RIGHT IN THE FACE! All so it can presumingly justify the goods for self-assertion isn’t totally costly when coming to everything that might just turn out for the ABSOLUTE…BETTER!
Erik Welsh Nov 2017
thoughtless / thoughtful
Erik Welsh
Nov 2017
t h o u g h t l e s s
--
i wonder if my brain doesn't know
what to think, or if it did
i wouldn't want it to.
thoughtlessness is just the veil we cover ourselves with
when you know the thought is something not needed to be said.
but some others aren't so concerned.
she curled her lips
at the expense of others;
smiled when our eyes met.
and for the 1000th time,
i was thoughtless.
uncover yourself!
liars, calm your tongues!
i wanted to explain
how discontent and irreparable i felt
from the words falling out of that woman's mouth.
it dripped, settled, and rooted itself in my heart,
missing the deep moat built to keep them out.
so i rebuilt it.
and i thought of all the ways
to keep it hidden.
--
t h o u g h t f u l
--
of gripping emotions
and little time,
i am thoughtful of you.
day in
night out
of connect the dots puzzles
found in old restaurants as kids,
we are the dots right next to each other
ready to fill in something grander.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of roots planted
in me by you,
or in you by me,
i felt connected
and rushed to say:
"of all places i'd want to be planted,
it'd be here."
of words unsaid, we might be setting ourselves up to be
star-crossed lovers, up high; harness detached, to be dropped.
but all this month i've been digging, and last night
i saw the first sparkle of gold, staring back at me
with your smile i never want to forget.
this smile not out of deception,
but adoration. comfort. belonging.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of pages read and words said,
under moonlight or incandescent bright home;
wherever we might be, i am thoughtful
of all you've done.
another day, yellow in essence
another out, black as my back turns
of those car rides up north
to fill in the rest of the dots,
i am thoughtful
of where you will be.
in this maze-like city
for the first time, i won't feel lost
for i have somewhere to be,
and you to find.
of lightly feathered emotions
and the realization we have
all the time in the world,
i am thoughtful of you.
--
i wonder if my brain doesn't know
what to think, or if it did
i wouldn't want it to.
thoughtlessness is just the veil we cover ourselves with
when you know the thought is something not needed to be said.
but some others aren't so concerned.
she curled her lips
at the expense of others;
smiled when our eyes met.
and for the 1000th time,
i was thoughtless.
uncover yourself!
liars, calm your tongues!
i wanted to explain
how discontent and irreparable i felt
from the words falling out of that woman's mouth.
it dripped, settled, and rooted itself in my heart,
missing the deep moat built to keep them out.
so i rebuilt it.
and i thought of all the ways
to keep it hidden.
--
t h o u g h t f u l
--
of gripping emotions
and little time,
i am thoughtful of you.
day in
night out
of connect the dots puzzles
found in old restaurants as kids,
we are the dots right next to each other
ready to fill in something grander.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of roots planted
in me by you,
or in you by me,
i felt connected
and rushed to say:
"of all places i'd want to be planted,
it'd be here."
of words unsaid, we might be setting ourselves up to be
star-crossed lovers, up high; harness detached, to be dropped.
but all this month i've been digging, and last night
i saw the first sparkle of gold, staring back at me
with your smile i never want to forget.
this smile not out of deception,
but adoration. comfort. belonging.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of pages read and words said,
under moonlight or incandescent bright home;
wherever we might be, i am thoughtful
of all you've done.
another day, yellow in essence
another out, black as my back turns
of those car rides up north
to fill in the rest of the dots,
i am thoughtful
of where you will be.
in this maze-like city
for the first time, i won't feel lost
for i have somewhere to be,
and you to find.
of lightly feathered emotions
and the realization we have
all the time in the world,
i am thoughtful of you.
two different poems
in reaction to two different people
in two different times
in reaction to two different people
in two different times
Christi Michaels MoonFlower Jun 2015
thoughtful
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
Jun 2015
I aspired towards being
thoughtful
Since I was a little girl
Watching the other kids
Helping out in our family's world
I worked towards being
thoughtful
as a young teen
Volunteering my time
Making sure I was never mean
I strived towards being
thoughtful
becoming a young woman
Being there for all my friends
Careful of others feelings
I enjoyed being
thoughtful
When I became a mom
Letting them know how
much they are loved
Making sure my children
grew strong
I thought that being
thoughtful
was a trait I longed to be
yet have managed
thoughtlessly
to push those I love away
from me
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
thoughtful
Since I was a little girl
Watching the other kids
Helping out in our family's world
I worked towards being
thoughtful
as a young teen
Volunteering my time
Making sure I was never mean
I strived towards being
thoughtful
becoming a young woman
Being there for all my friends
Careful of others feelings
I enjoyed being
thoughtful
When I became a mom
Letting them know how
much they are loved
Making sure my children
grew strong
I thought that being
thoughtful
was a trait I longed to be
yet have managed
thoughtlessly
to push those I love away
from me
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Thoughtful ☆●☆●☆ Thoughtless