Collection of Original Poems...
An Ode to my own Laziness
Where do the careless lie,
buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge, that sleeps, does die.
And the security,
It is the common moth
that eats on wits, and arts, and destroys them both.
Dishes
I stole the fire from the match,
And the cricket from the lizard.
I took the wonder from your lips,
And grabbed the cold from the blizzard.
I look for you
In the glow
But …
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…your friends, who you eventually lose.
Treat us like babies, and behave as a fool.
Your guilt-ridden words are the tools you use.
You think to yourself,
All the things you've done.
You finally realize
All the time that has gone.
After its over,
Your friends have said bye.
Losing all cover,
You ask yourself why.
Your puppets have left you.
Now you're alone.
No one left to step to.
Now reap what you've sown.
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