#165
Fewer thoughts comfort
me when away from you
than you somewhere
warm, and cozy, with your
headphones on listening
to your favourite music,
daydreaming about me,
amongst the lyrics
and your pillows.
#166
Is it not that all poems,
and each song,
each story,
is of love?
Even our worst, most horrific
tales of tragedy, and sorrow
are mirrors to our love,
our love of life,
our love of self,
of each other,
there is no other story,
there is no other poem,
no deeper feeling,
and i love it all.
#167
Its funny how someone
who dislikes,
for the most part,
rules and expectations,
misses the boundaries
of certain lines.
How peculiar an empty page
blanks one’s mind.
Where is the fun in
stretching
one’s thought
when there is no box
to think outside of?
Give us limits to surpass,
give me lines to dance upon
and around, joyful mistakes
and happy joyous madness
that apologizes for nothing.
No, we won’t sing in libraries,
but we may pick up the ball
and try it for a spin, for joy is
a victory even without wining.
Give me art in your movement,
and irreplaceable moments.
#168
Her journals still
amaze me. Such
genius, a ballet of
the genuine,
wonder, and hope.
i have such gratitude
to her for opening up
herself, and sharing
so much.My memories
of our hours are amongst
my greatest treasures.
#169
The will! The Will!
The will to push on,
i will! i Will!
i will preserver!
What a great game,
through me the die,
i won’t stop the play
so give me life. And
take breadth,
take note.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write