PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Reality is really 

Terrifyingly incredible

To exist as a 

Conscious Being

And to be 

Self-Aware

Is a weird phenomenon

An emergent property

Of Chance and Possibility 

When it dawns on you

That you exist 

As part of a whole 

It’s almost haunting

Knowing you are Matter 

With its own Will

And Self-awarenes

Is truly Mind boggling

The scale of the Micro

And of the Cosmos 

Questions about 

How it all works 

Of what came before

You were Awake 

And what will happen 

After you go to Sleep 

All this 

Combines 

To just 

Astonish Me 

It is a wide belief that knowledge is power,

Knowledge is freedom,

Only an idiot ignorant to thought might think himself free,

Looking above we deem it a cage,

A waste of human worth and price it so,

Therefore,

He without education or passion,

Unworthy of our riches in society is he,

Even still we see this fool take a claim in society,

Does this system we created mean flaw?

Who is the keeper of worth.

It is he

He is me

                                          The corridoor was noisy,like any other day. I had company ,and I was mad and we, were walking hand in hand.Someone was passing.

I felt me lips arching into a smile.

                   "do you really have to smile at strangers?" ,my friend asking me the first question for that day.

                     "what?!WE ARE ALL SHARING THE SAME BREATH "

The time stood still for a second,our eyes hooked in each other's ,my eyes enjoying her eyes tasting a new light,and her's falling in love with the ones she was looking into.  

I thought of

what skills

I need

to be a good poet?

Is it truth, or words?

Which one shall I breed?

All that matters

is that I’m trying,

to make

your blind eyes read.

Have you slipped a cog? 

You're still lost within the time
The ultimate crime
That you couldn't really hurt
but now you're gone and just inert

You try to find meaning in the days
That it wasn't just a phase
That you could just lay in the sun
and never say you jumped the gun

and you lie wide awake at night
Hard at thought, ready to write
You wrote on a piece of paper "I think this time, I'll be okay"
But you don't really know, your thoughts never stay

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information comes in,
information goes out,
bits and pieces of thoughts 
caressing queries and doubts,
minding my business,
and wasting my time,
life is my muse about

how where and whys,
halfway to the bottom,
but close to the top,
if i figure this out,

may as well close up shop!!

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