The America I hear are
going the back the moon after all these years on
watching the first
moon landing as a
kid Is It that
life here on Earth Is fast coming to
that man has destroyed
all with there pollution of
Is this the sign to say all here on Earth Is over that there no hope for any of us left trying to
from every day pollution have we left It far to
late to try and reverse Global Warming Is It to late to save Polar Ice Cap melting causing the sea to
Are the Americans planning
to start new colanies on the moon that a select few will
chosen to start of the
process of a new civilisation
will the rest of us be left here on Eart to
I here the American are planning to return to the Moon after all these years since the first landing I watched on TV as a kid
Sooner or later,
I had reasons,
It was my toughest decision,
It made you feel blue
I walked away from you,
It was for the best for everyone,
When I am gone,
You will realize it was better,
I had left sooner.
Lets talk about our past memories
All the stories and all the tales
Let’s talk about all our theories
And how they never seem to last
Cause we never seem to look past
All of our notes and all our facts
Let’s find ourselves alone
At 3am. Crying on our beds,
Avoiding the biggest traffic cone
Inside of our sorrowful heads.
Because we can’t escape ourselves,
What we’ve broken upon the shelves.
And we started counting in twelves,
Forgetting the one’s and the thirteen’s,
And all the rest in the in betweens.
Now we can’t find anything to be unseen.
If only we had taken our predictions,
And thrown out all our guns,
Lived like all the billions,
And stopped resting in coffins.
This is a poem I wrote to my old group of friends. It talks about how I told them our friendship wasn’t going to last, but they insisted we would all be fine. Long story short, we weren’t.
Is our time up?
Are you finished with me?
Was i not the right cup?
Was i not the right tea?
I feel like you've been through
And im holding on to thin air.
I dont know what to do
But just know ill be there
When you need me.
When your falling apart
Thats when youll need me.
And we can go back to the start..
But if you dont need me.
I ask for one more chance
If you believe me.
I just want one more dance.
The most difficult part of divorce is knowing the last thing you did with them wasnt enough
we were meant to be
in another lifetime
but i had known you
sooner or later
than i should have?
would loving you now
still be a valid reason
to relive the sooner
and to anticipate the later?
hello, this is a refined version of the 'predestined [20 word]' poem i did back then. i think i like it better now. enjoy! :)
9/13 of the Pocketry Series.
My one wish? *To have met you so much sooner.
To answer a question.
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