SocketTwo holes,Socket
Into a series of more holes, Make an electric socket. That fuels my toothbrush, That makes my teeth whiter, That makes me want to smile bigger, That makes me want to talk to my friends, That makes me realize I have a lot of homework left to do, Which makes me worry. Which makes me procrastinate to avoid the worry, Which gets me in trouble, That makes me feel bad, And makes me write stupid poems to feel better again, And makes me feel stupid for trying to sound like a poet, Which makes me messily fold it for disposal, In the recycling bin or t
Holiday CheerI’d entered the busiest time of year, And was closer to waking up to a favorite holiday.Holiday Cheer
Christmas. Materialistic children expect Barbies beside the bark of trees.
Mistletoe makes people hopeful enough to take a chance. People don’t feel ready for it unless they’ve gotten
The nonexistent, perfect gift for everyone. Despite this, I still ended up with the Mustard Yellow Sweater from Aunt Fanny, When all I really wanted was a simple two hundred dollar iPod.
And next year I knew I would need the next version; Nano, video, make a sandwich for you model. Whe
SkyThe frequent cynic that never leaves their backyard Can see an Infrared light forming, filling and weighing down the sky Like the devil’s hand is right behind the clouds, and he waits To take his new victims along with him.Sky
But when the sky starts showing off a pink and orange glow Giving people’s faces a candlelight effect Of their own, and a Technicolor world starts showing, It becomes okay to notice the glass of Sprite he is drinking is really half full.
When ugly objects become brilliant with a brush of watercolors And the dull dirt takes up the features of a rainbow in &nb
BelongingIf you wander far enoughBelonging
You would encounter grass fields
Dripping to the edges with cows And swim through oceans that carry iridescent schools of fish in every crevice. Then you would bump your head on the edge of another country. With tired arms and legs, You would crawl up to shore, And then you would walk on and on, Sort of like Forrest did, And be approached by people that would surprisingly want to welcome you, A dismal man soaked with water. Despite that, they’d talk to in Finnish, And I think you’d just sit there and smile when they do. They woul
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"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."
- Mother Theresa
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