Poem from Poem Story

Twinkling Dreams

Stars never cry tears of sadness
Stars hold hope
Stars hold happiness
Some say they cry dreams
Some say they also forgive
All is meaningless if you don’t believe
All you need is a mind to achieve

Tip of the Blade

I’ve taken one step too far
One too many glances forward
No idea what I’ve done
The edge of the blade
Approaches me every step
Clueless at the past, present, future
Will the blade eventually cut me?

Lesson Plan

A good lesson plan.

Softcore Antics

The daily lesson:

We’re all broken and perfect

In equal measure

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A divided highway

The strain
The crane lowers
My soul departs
My heart still attached
My thoughts scattered
The path of life changing
Will I go along with it?

What am I?

It tends to happen
Unexpected treasures
Hidden within the darkness
That lie deep beneath our city
Buried in a wooden chest
Covered by blankets of dust
Doesn’t seem like much at first
But what lies within is darker than the evil soul
Only the curious could discover it
Only the bravest could find it
And only the souls with an evil spirit could harness its powers

Deadly lovely haiku

Dying off with you
Heart beats slow down with you
Our love lives on

Squashing Stained Solutions

Rumbling rumors
Telling a tall tale
Giving gross gains
Showing shallow samples

Rumbling rumors
Denying dark demons
Protecting partial perfections
Reflecting realms of reality

Problem Solver

Surrounded by faces
The faces lead a trace
A trace of boiling blood
Burns of a hot flood
They came out for once
Only when they are upset
They want my head
Or just to make them happy again
They want a perfect world
Everything must work
Not just work
But
Efficiently
Intelligently
Proficient
Infinite happiness
Evil humans
Or delusional
Only truly alive when they believe their world is dead
And the sad part is
The man writing this poem or rant is smiling and with a devilish grin
Is saying
“I’ll try to fix all your problems for money.”
Humans want more and more and their opportunity cost is money.
I’ve bought my beautiful high end plates for my elegant meals
Pour all your problems onto my plate
After all me being delusional like you I also have a problem too
I need every plate to be filled with delusional rants on who what when where and why I’m complaining about my life.
Let the game begin as my eyes turn into %%

One year old blog.

This blog is now about a year old! With this being the 700th post (weird having a perfect number for this post) and having 3,900 followers (also weird) it has been a fun year on this blog and off this blog. From knowing calculus is not for me and studying business is my calling in life to having a second nephew. Uncle Nicholas will be busy with being an uncle and starting my second year at WVU, this time studying business, which I am a lot more excited than Calculus. The page turns and most is the same, but who knows what the next chapter will write for me, for others, or even for my cats. Thanks for the love.

Survivors

A great poem.