Apr 05
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Distrust can be scary when
it takes you by surprise
and you don’t know it’s there.

It doesn’t matter how long
I’ve known you, or how stable
you’ve been in the past.

One false move and
the damage is done,
the trust is gone.

It may seem unfair
but that’s the way it is,
it’s too scary otherwise.

You may think it’s easy
to get rid of doubt,
to look for forgiveness.

It will never be
that easy with me
and it will never be the same.

Mar 13
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So the River has Begun

So the river has begun
It’s flowing ever onward
Setting like the sun
On a time when we were stronger

It’s flowing ever onward
Impossible to control
On a time when we were stronger
Before we got stuck in this hole

Impossible to control
Moving much too rapidly
Before we got stuck in this hole
About to reach catastrophe

Moving much too rapidly
Though fate still rests in our own hands
About to reach catastrophe
It’s hard not to do what the universe commands

Though fate still rests in our own hands
Setting like the sun
It’s hard not to do what the universe commands
So the river has begun
Feb 15
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In our culture today, so many believe

That to succeed in the future they must overachieve

Happiness will come in the future, though

Because they’re gonna earn so much dough

Right now the focus is on standing out

Showing everyone what you are all about

But here’s the thing, the problem at hand

There seems to be a decrease in demand

Because aren’t we all trying hard to be special?

Dying to be the number one most successful?

If everyone’s trying to stand apart

All equally accomplished, all knowing and smart

There’s not enough space for all of us

The ones that just barely don’t make the cut

Will spend their lives full of regret

Always to worry, always to fret

Without being the best one in the world

The edges of prospect will start to curl
Jan 23
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Why can’t we all accept the fact

That some people are different from the way that they act

It’s scary to be so open and true

And worry that people will not support you

That they’ll tear you down and chomp you to bits

And hate the fact that you are different

Different from the poisonous folks

Who think we should all be the same type of bloke

That school of thought is truly perilous

Those schemes of society rancid and nefarious

There are small threads of ourselves that we allow to draw forth

From the corners of us that are buried and scorned

It’s hard to lift yourself up high

Because it’s so easy to fall down and cry

Staying trapped your own safe little bubble

Keeps you intact and out of trouble

No need to worry about being pounded to the ground
Dec 01
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Society's Message

Society's Message

I look at her, and she looks at me

But I can never be sure what she sees

Does she visualize my image the way that I do?

Is what I see of myself all that’s really true?

When I look at her, I see something else

Something entirely unlike myself

An effervescent beauty, so full of life

Full of confidence, far from strife

I wish I could see that truth in my face

But of that beauty I find not a trace

This matter is far from insignificant

I wish it were possible to be different

Different than what I know is there

I wish I did not have the slightest care

She has the most longed-for qualities

Of effortless perfection and jollity

That I wish so dearly to possess

Because I am truly obsessed
Nov 10
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I'm Sorry, But...

I'm Sorry, But...

I’m sorry, but...
What are we teaching the kids these days?
Are we teaching them to go along with whatever the most dominant person says?
Don’t have opinions, just move on, avoid distress.

I’m sorry, but…
That’s not going to work for me.
Why is it considered bad when someone states they have a side?
When they want to do or be one thing over another?
Saying “I don’t care,” “whatever,” “it doesn’t matter to me...”
Makes you a better person, the desired person, more so than the one who actually knows what they want?

I’m sorry, but …
That just doesn’t seem right to me.
Why is it good not to have a preference?
I’m always told that I care too much.
I always try not to care.

I’m sorry, but...
Remind me again why I don’t want to care?
Why is that wrong, and bad, and strange, and different?
Oct 28
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Worry: it follows me everywhere

Is there something wrong with my hair?

Do I have a disease with no known cure?

And if I don’t, how can you be sure?

What if I die when I jump into the pool?

Why would I do that and be such a fool?

Where is my goldfish, why isn’t he here?

What if I get in the car and can’t steer?

Is that creepy person following me?

Are you sure we don’t have to pay a fee?

Don’t touch that thing, it’s dangerous!

What if they act cantankerous?

Worry: it follows me everywhere

Sometimes I wish I just didn’t care
Oct 03
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Brilliant Words

Brilliant Words

I want to write something fun

Riddled with prose full of excellent puns

Such a thing is more difficult than it seems

Because not everyone has the means

To write such a witty and brilliant speech

Is a goal I cannot even hope to reach

Oh how I wish these words were brilliant

I guess I’ll just have to be resilient

And wait for that spark

That awakes my inner lark

And makes it sing the words

That are much less absurd

Than what has been written in the past

But words like that won’t even last

Because that spark goes away

Soon after the things you set out to say

Enter your mind

They are one of a kind!

The brilliant words don’t appear often

I wish that they could be harnessed like oxen
Sep 30
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The Box

The Box

The idea that people aren’t the same

Seems to be something our minds cannot frame

Young people want to “fit in” and “be cool”

But is that really how we’re getting through school?

Kids are stifled, trapped in this cookie cutter

Our unique abilities tossed down the gutter

Too scared to show who we really are

But tell me, will that truly get us so far?

It seems we’re being trained to fit into a box

The way we all walk, the way everyone talks

Moves alike, identical syllabic flow

But what is it that we’re trying to show?

That we’re all able to be one and the same?

To follow societal rules in the avoidance of shame?

The alternative isn’t so bad, it turns out

Just showing the world what you’re all about

Where is the problem in that, I ask?