#papertown
Paper boat travelled through the streets of paper town..
Street lights were lit.. a breezy wind followed..
saw the newly wed couple dreamt of their future and night..
heard someone played the ever melodious violin..
as the notes get farther...slowly the paper boat sank deeper..
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC
Our childhood's prime game;
Creating a paper plane.
Making it fly high,
But it never reached the sky.
We would continue to raise the bar,
But still we wouldn't get very far.
We would trust a redesign,
But never anything different from our own design.
We would work soley for ourselves;
To keep the success to ourselves.
We would spend all day redesigning a paper plane,
But never on redesigning our life's shame.
We live for a paper plane
And its thrill - day by day.
We would accept our life's flaws,
But never our paper plane's flaws.
We would live for irrelevant people and objects,
But never for our own salvation.
We would live with a self-opinionated attitude,
But why do we now live with our opinion based on that of the world?
We live like a paper plane;
Flying high, just to be redesigned.
The world never helps us stay sane
As we're always seen as a failed design.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Charles Bukowski once wrote:
“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”
It is not a feeling most can
Comprehend
Being a youth in skin
Yet having wrinkles
In your heart and mind
But I do
I understand
What it's like to
Find "plastic" conversations
A bore
I live in a paper town
Maybe we all live in a
Paper world
But if you're one
Of the other inhabitants
Of this old youth
Space
Welcome.
You're not alone.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC