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Untitled 13Got a pebble in your shoe
Wind messing up your hair
Someone broke your heart again
It's that kind of day everyday
Back at square one
How can life be so boring
Bouncing off the walls
Why me, you keep asking
Can't be dying for a change
If you haven't tried living
Monotony is a prison
Break yourself out of it
Go on, go outside
Don't look back
Learn to make it happen
All it takes is a leap of faith
Start something, anything
Keep on going
Just keep moving on
The BlessingOutside the world turns
With its usual noise and movement
But within four white walls
The world paused, stopped
And ended with a soul-felt sigh
Cold hands once warm still full of love
Feeling no more pain, no more suffering
And there's nothing left but to say goodbye
Then the world starts once more
When the door opens to where prayers go
A blessing given to a soul now at peace
Though it makes a grieving heart think
That perhaps it is the ones giving the blessing
Are the ones truly blest
For knowing a mother's love
Forgotten Fairytale - PrologueOnce upon a time, there was a forest. It was thick and lush and full of life. It had all sorts of trees and flowers, all sorts of birds and animals. But there is one mysterious part of it that no one ever goes to. A clearing, right in the heart of it. Though "clearing" may not be the right term for it. It was actually just a patch with only grass growing, bordered by trees in a perfect circle. No animals were seen to walk on it, no birds fly in the air above it. And it was said that when it rains, that place would remain dry even on the worst of storms...
BreatheSometimes I forget how to breathe
I'd find myself in a panic
Gasping for air, trying to remember
Then when I do remember, it takes a while
Concertrating, alternating every breath
Inhale, exhale, focus, stay alive
Eventually everything goes back to normal
Breathing becomes an unconscious activity
Just as it should be
And I go on, like nothing happened
But in the back of mind, that tiny voice
Asking why I even bothered to try
The Irony of the StarsFor centuries, humans have looked to the stars to foretell the future.
They have dreamed, envisioned, divined things that are yet to be.
And this is great irony...
For while they gaze upon the celestial beauties to see the future,
They are in fact looking at the past.
Millions of lightyears away, the glimmers that reach earth and human eyes
May already be long gone.
Their light has faded even before man can determine their existence.
And this is great truth...
It is not looking at stars that humans can see the future but in stars looking at humans.
They shine in hopes of seeing what man will become.
But the darkness of space prevails,
Each twinkle a straining glimpse into something that has yet to be.
Alas they will never know for they are gone before they can see it.
Just as man will never truly know what the future may bring,
No matter how long before one's life will fade away.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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