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At birth I was spanked to ensure breathingLater poetry enhanced life's meaningThe first a violent actThe latter a peaceful factSpecial part of life that keeps me beaming . .
I have no clue what I want to do in life. My brain seems to attack things, Nothing can survive my piercing gaze. Everything I see is quickly judged and cast out upon a twisted world.
Dear Future me, I see that your rich and successful or that’s what I want you to be. Or maybe not, I’m confused and that’s what I’m told to see. ~ I’ve been disappointed in you a lot and I know that’s not fair.
I often wonder, Why are we here, Are we born just to die, If so why, Why is dying the only guarantee in life, Is there life after death, All of this begs the question...
THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE Is preparing us for the day we die. I understand it’s a gorgeous day outside. Change is not an illusion. The basic substance is water. Opposites create each other.
The winds of change have blown They enveloped my restless heart They gently whispered in my ears "It's time for a brand new start." Reluctantly, I tried to listen But in my comfort zone, I stayed
REGRET is poison. SAFETY is the spoon we drink it from. We ask, How do you live a full life? A life without regret?
To be sorry, I had to leave My soul still guide within our blood I knew will meet that bitter end That cross our path and lead to the depth Where my heart still boil lava and gold Insecure as I always was…
This world is irrational, It has no regualr pattern, It is but an irregularity, That is in the beauty of the universe. We are but pawns, Searching for life and meaning, In meaningless things,
Life begins anew, what is its purpose, what does it do? Full of curiosity and powered by sunshine, the importance of young life is most devine.
Where do we go when we die? How numerous are the stars in the sky?
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Live for the Armistice
You, at any one time, have a choice of Good, and of course the Bad, and less recalled Nothing. It is through ation by way of intetnion that moves life. So it is in You to shape your twin universes, the
I am A ship without a captain. I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides It pushes and pulls me softly... Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls, Just as I always have.
Everything is true, and nothing is true”
Where are you,
Every now and then, My mind escapes me, and returns-- Exerting more energy with each fleeting arrival And departure But this time, it returns With a question
Where is it you ask? Why, to the south In the place of the things The things that were seen By the people. Do you remember the people? They came here a long time ago In carts,
"I Am" I am an infinitesimal blemish in this everlasting eternity that is time and space I wonder with doubt, and I doubt with wonder
I heard the last bell ring as day turned to night As I heard the last bird sing. The sky burned fiery and then darken everything in sight.
A wise man told me that the only things in life that really matter are:
Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff? Have you ever looked over a precipice? Did you feel strong and tall? Or did you feel small and weak? Have you ever stared into the night sky?
It is interesting to consider The meaning of life Think about it I am here I am existing What is the purpose of all this Are any of my interactions with others real Am I real? Our actions
There will be a time when you feel your life slipping by there will be nothing you can do but let him come for you
Inspired by Albert Camus' The Stranger Are you scared to think that you will never understand this life, little alone yourself or your friends?
It goes, As I do, Without saying