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Any way, here is my poem.


Life Just Moves Along

Like a strange curse
Life moves along
You can't control it sometimes
But you know you have to live with it
But you still dream that it will get better
Because people ignore their situations
And hold on to their dreams
A beautiful characteristic that is often under-appreciated
And neglected as an annoying predisposition
Will anyone ever reclaim the right to dream?
The right to wonder about another time?
Or another condition in which one would live life?
Or will our right to f=dream disappear
Like so many rights are
As other rights take their place?

Ein weiteres Großes Gedicht

The title is from German. It roughly translates to "Another Big Poem". Here is my next big poem.


Laughing in Amusement

There's a time when
There is no laughter to be heard
For a million miles radius
In which you are its epicenter.
There's a time when
You wish you could hear
The happiness in someone's voice
But you hear silence.
There's a time when
You wish you could sing one more time
The songs that you loved
So that they could bring you happiness
One more time.
There's a time when
You wish you could be
Laughing in amusement again.
If you open your mouth
You
Will
Laugh
Again
You
Just
Have
To
Believe
You
Will.

Today's Poem

No lo Entiendo

Long ago everything was easy to understand
Everything followed the same movement and rhythm
Like soldiers in a marching band
But as time goes by
And we discover more things
We become more and more ignorant
To the changing world that is a part of us
We cannot listen to each other as we speak our souls
Or be able to speak our souls ourselves
It becomes more and more difficult each day.

With the ever changing world
That is our past, present, and future
It is easy to become ordinary
Not believing that our dreams are what make us real
But our hearts are filled with our dreams
But we have become too illiterate to understand what our hearts are telling us
We may try to listen
But yet again
We fail
But someday
When life is simpler for us
We will listen to what our hearts are telling us
But that day will be too late.

New Poem

Here's a new poem for today. It is very cloudy this morning, and I think it might rain today again. Ah well. At least it won't be too sunny, like it was yesterday.

Friendship

The lights of my life
They always make me laugh at
The sad things in life.

Yet Another BIG Poem

I am inconsistent. I will admit. I'm too lazy to count how many days I've missed, so I'll do a big poem.

Faded Old Blue

The faded old blue of my summer shorts
The wide sky stretching above me
Not a single cloud for miles
Yet I still make a hajj to the avenue of trees
That are more beautiful than any other trees in the world
The sun shines through their green leaves
Like stain glass
So beautiful
So peaceful
I could stay there forever
But life must go on.