worldview
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It always ends this way yknow. Trying to go to sleep but I'm not able to. I say to myself all throughout the day that I'm gonna read or do something to make myself sleep earlier but I never do.
Yeah, well,
no one's ever
accused me of being an optimist.
Besides,
my face hurts
when I've smiled too much.
The world still
seems
mostly grey.
i awake, ready to enter again into
this poem called life.
to filter the moments,
the quivering of water’s meniscus in a plastic bottle,
how each person holds his pen differently,
Different but similar, in distinct scenes
Interpretations of that which is “eternal”
Some of the bounded in settings infernal,
Variations seen
In the beginning, man created ideas
i saw the world today, spread out
over the mountains and over the seas; swirling
into the ether, straining toward oblivion.
i heard the world today:
Innocent to the earth
Blemished before the judge
Blameless since birth
Isolated to the grudge
Two value systems
Perceive and Review
Man's disease and symptoms
Whether true or askew
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
Beating down bright upon me—oppressively, oh, the brute Insouciance all-encompassing within and around
Every morning,
A girl somewhere wakes up, rubs her big brown eyes and walks to her mirror
She looks at herself and sees a shell of a person
Whatever she feels on the inside is what she sees on the outside
“I’m fat”
Laying down brick by boring brick,
Walking step by lonely step,
The lies have been cemented in thick,
The foundation appears to stand strong.
Esteemed by our disgrace,
Loved for how we hate,
A window frames a picture
Of beautiful mountains
Reaching high
Dressed in the green
Of a thousand trees.
A window frames a picture
Of black choking smoke-
Raging flames
