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GrayscaleWhen our young eyes were bright with life,
We saw the world in black and white,
But our naïveté faded away,
And now we see the shades of gray.
FriendsA friend may come or go;
they may not be the person you know,
but a best friend will stay
and help you through the hard times each day.
Poem 31: Avoiding TruthPhilosophers
Garden of the LostIt's midnight and the clock is ticking.
You only have a few hours left.
What will you do?
But you don't know this.
You hide in your ignorant, sheltered, NORMAL shell.
Nothing is wrong.
Anything that is wrong DID NOT HAPPEN.
You think that life is perfect.
But it isn't.
It's dirty and flawed and filthy and twisted
It's a revelation of your soul a turning point in nonexistance
It's a macabre menagerie of souls caught in the web of fate
Stuck their filthy sticky fingers through the bars and touched reality
Sampled the forbidden fruit of freedom licked the juice dripping off the bodies of others
A cocktail that you've never sampled but sends your mind to that place where all is blood and madness
A river that coats you in sin an overindulgence of ecstasy
A drug that sends to the place where your fears talk
Over whiskey and dry jokes
Where the father that you never had sits laughing in the corner
Where the mother that didn't know existed stares at the wall
Secrets trapped in paper a thousand
Black pearlsGirl with a smile as rare as black pearls
Encased in its clam
Only opening up for the right person
At the right time
i come in--(bang!)
a cacophonous cheer
i prowl, all fang
a lion up here
i whirl with worth
a magic machine
i love the earth
so life i'll bring
a breeze blows by
i fall, flit, flutter
a stranger's eye
i shrink, (stiff!), shudder
a casual call
i wilt, (weak!), waver
nothing at all
(i want a savior)
Media is lifeMedia is all around us regardless of its job.
If it tells us if are favorite celebrity has a birthday today.
Or are friends tagged us in a picture.
Media has no longer become just news its a way of life now....and that scares me.
People can connect with people from other country's now with just a click, and doctors spend more time looking at the screen then they do me! Like now when you got hit on in the streets in now a 'like' on Facebook or instagram. Times have changed and I don't know if I can keep up with the times.
Yes I enjoy the internet as much as the next person but I still question its reasons.
Like I learned that military has been recruiting kids that play Call of Duty, like what? How can a kids ability to 360 no scope help with terrorists attacks and nuclear warfare. I don't play CoD's zombie campaign, then sign up for the military the next.
The internet has good intentions but people use it the wrong way, and make it seem scary and dangerous. Many people spend there whole
The World and It,s PeopleIn our world, the world has in it everything
This is a world where a lady must have two hearts
To wear as a necklace of two persons
And hide her heart with her person
As her person is her hearts
And her hearts must protect her own heart from hiding a person
A world where a lady is no lady or person as a
Lady with only her own one heart and its own person
This is a world that dresses a man in crutches three times
For people, twice for a poet, and not once for a person
A world that dresses a man in crutches and twice more in one suit
Where a man dresses himself in three times total with clothes
With two sets of clothes at once (one as the clothes and the second as what the clothes are)
And one set that is not clothes but he wears them as clothes
He dresses himself once again after that in no clothes, but dresses himself to wear himself as clothes
This is a world where people are not man or lady
But there is man that is people
And lady that is people
A world where people push themselves t
RevolutionThe valves push and pull the heart awake.
A soft and steady beat that will go unheard.
Groaning legs protest further action.
But the old man wills them on.
Through battered streets that reek of failed revolutions,
Which have long forgotten the rhythms of the soul.
That have turned blind and crashed into disaster,
As the bleeding corpse misunderstands freedom.
Let us go then you and I.
To find a better sun to burn in our skies
Forever unto dawn.
Forever unto peace.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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