I look back
At the few years I've lived
Always earning new knowledge
Learning new tricks

I look back
At the few events I've been at
I look back into my long life
Way, way back

And I still have a long way
To reach my parents age
They have their own house
They have their own place

In difference from me
They're on a whole new page
A page without hope
Where age has been misplaced

I keep telling my moms
She still has half her life to live
And I'm not even halfway there
I'm still an untrained kid

Though I may think I know a lot
Though I may think I'm wise
I may be one of those wiseguys
That I have learned to despise

Thinking too good things of me
Thinking I'm greater then I am
Thinking I have grown up
When I don't yet understand

Thinking things beyond reason
Beyond output and demand
Thinking through the four seasons
Walking through colorful lands

I still don't know the half of it
I have yet to learn the whole
I don't know the secret behind life
I have not yet found my soul

I may be lost and confused
I may already have found
Everything I need to know
I'm walking on golden ground

Or maybe I'm in a puddle
That I cannot seem to cross
Maybe I'm deep inside angry
Grieving over pasts losses

All I truly know is the moss
That grows by the mill and the river
And the beautiful scenery surrounds it
Life, is a riddle.

Poetry by Me

One
Soft
Cute
Fluffy
Pretty
Armed
Coated
Legged
Flossed
Abstract
Childish
Formed
Lifeless
Teddy

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Want to play hero?
You'll end up a loser like me
A user of the system
That lives simply of need

Why we do not kill ourselves?
When we are so misserable indeed
We are too fragile beings
Too weak.

Too weak to break free from the dust that we seek
Too weak to believe for forgivness on the street
You're too you to be me yes you're you yes you're you
Nobody needs a heroine - shot, like I do.

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I collect caps
I collect bottlecaps
I collect caps
Is there something wrong with that?

I collect bats
I collect baseball bats
I collect bats
Is there something wrong with that?

I collect hats
I collect tophats
I collect hats
Is there something wrong with that?

Yes there is!
Your forced me to write a poem
As collective, as
This

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The answer
To all
The questions
I know

The number
I write
Will no answers
Show

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Like a fox
She trotted
Down unseen avenues

All I saw was the fox
Like a threelined
Haiku

She turned her head and saw me
And her face was ugly as hell
So I thought silently -

Very well.

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I was only
Looking
I wasn't
Acting

I was only
Watching
I wasn't
Doing

The flow it flowed
The show it showed
Absolutly nothing
But low afros

And no desperate methods
Not even scissors or a knife
Could harm the heartless afro
That ruined my life.

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Lost here
Without exit
Or anyway out

Poetry by Me

What is it you like?
What is you need?
So that you can live?
So that you can breed?

What is you want?
What is it you plead?
So that you can breath?
So that you can feed?

What is it you search for?
What is it you seek?
So that you can hope?
So that you can believe?

What is it that you have?
That you have not given me?
That lets you be
As you are

I have searched wide and far
Beyond the cities borders
Beyond the burning cars

But still I havn't not found
The answer that you reek
My future it seems

Blank and bleak.

Can you not give me a piece?
Of the knowledge that you keep?
I feel so hopless

So dull and weak!

So weak and dull
All these questions
Seeps through my throbbing skull
As I sleep.

Forever.

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It was a long time ago
Walking down the road
When the young prince
Stumbled upon a toad.

The toad sat still
And he was surprised
He had lived in a fairytale
His entire life.

So he kissed the toad
At a very high cost
The toad was deadly
And so he was forever -

Lost.

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