Such an eclectic blend of note
Each album, a different band
and each song, a different album
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Loud, quiet
hard, soft
long, short
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living contradictions
giving my ears endless
topics to dream about
I like modest mouse. Not a great poem though.
A release
a language
an expression
a way
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to say what I mean
and mean what I say
and present it quite
aesthetically
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universally understood
yet eclectic and limitless
I’ll never run out of
poems to write
Some more poems that I had to write.
Fast
Going fast
Going downhill
wind brushing my face
reaching that valley, finally
starting back up the hill
working hard to move
pushing to the peak
the peak at last
resting a bit
start again
fast
I recently got a 24-speed Raleigh bike.
Why do they call it coffee cake?
It doesn’t taste at all like coffee…
It tastes like heaven.
Well, not all of heaven.
I hear it’s a pretty big place.
So like, that one hot chick
that you always wished would date you
awaiting you in heaven,
holding coffee cake.
That’s what coffee cake tastes like;
heavenly recursion.
I had just eaten some amazing coffee cake.
The taste of coffee flowing down my throat
It makes my lips and stomach both rejoice
each drop is like a great symphonic note
That keeps me getting more without a choice
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You could say I’m a slave to this hot drink
but I don’t think that that is really true
Okay, I’ll say that I am on the brink
for coffee there is nothing I won’t do
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I come here 10 and 2 days of each week
which leaves me little time for other things
It could be I must change from being meek
and all the weakness that it seems to bring
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Please help me get this monkey off my back
the strength to do so I do surely lack
A sonnet written while drinking a mocha.
Death and death
and death and death
and death and death
and life
-
It seems that we
will ever be
stuck in this tree
of strife
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sad and sad
and sad and sad
and sad and sad
and gay
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it seems too bad
we’re rarely glad
and always mad
all day
Playing with some rhyme things.
This world
this life
this pain
these scars
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as proof
of life
and proof
of death
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we live
to die
and die
to leave
-
the pain
of life
with death
now friend
-
we run
we hide
we’re found
and struck
-
no way
for to
escape
the whip
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so smile
and lie
as if
it’s good
-
and try
to live
through the
next day
I wrote this after finishing watching Dead Poet Society.
I will not give you my guarantee
for it is a madman’s promise
nothing is absolute in this world
except for the fact just stated
and that these words
will always be ridiculous
I wrote this in the middle of watching Dead Poet Society.
