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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