is half one teardrop
still whole or part of a pair
when we’re splitting hairs
seen through a venn diagram
tears share a hidden layer
It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones
In such a vast universe you know so little about.
There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns
That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout.
The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth
Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists.
Your species is so young, comparatively, in its birth
To what's really out there beyond that with which you subsist.
I'm of a species that your mind can't even understand.
We came to Earth millions of years before you existed.
We stuck around longer than we originally planned.
When it was time to leave, many of our kind resisted.
So, we left them behind, something many of us regret.
But we thought, at the time, that it was the right thing to do.
Our friends died a horrible death, and we were so upset.
We all took a vow to never again return to you.
But you dig up their bones like some sort of disgusting prize.
You rebuild them and put them in museums on display.
Soon, you will be gone and after your horrible demise,
We'll return to Earth and bury them in a proper way.
she runs down the hall
she is meSsY
she is LouD
she is an extrovert
no, she is not
just because she is not shy
does not mean she sometimes wants to cry
being sad and feeling low has crossed her path but I bet you didn't know
stop
stop degrading people based on what YOU see
stop guessing my emotional IQ
because there is more than what meets the eye
because sometimes I want to cry
even though I am not shy.
Looking all around, I see nothing but black.
Yet when I look down, I see a sliver of color.
A sign that tells me there is hope of going back.
Surrounded by darkness, you keep me sane
In a sea of debris, you keep me safe
Here you seem small, fragile
But take another look.
You are bigger than anything I will ever see.
Just a thin blue ribbon is all you seem to be,
But to me you are everything.
For contest: Just a Thin Blue Ribbon
5/8/16
Don't blame the bearer of bad news -
A gun doesn't kill by itself or a knife,
Nor a violent video game or hostile views;
An evil act is but wrought by a mind's strife.
When you nurture a seedling or stunt its growth,
You can foretell it'll be a vine or an oak tree,
So is with the mind of a child as he grows forth -
Will he be hateful or inherit his life stress-free.
There are spiritual laws that govern with
the same certainty as the physical laws;
Faith, trust in God, and love are not ancient myth
But values that shape the character sans flaws.
Like putty, wax, dough or a lump of clay,
Mold the child right lest another soul he slay!
Her beauty’s words that speak her mind
So effortlessly they form on the lips
Exposing her being, her true soul and thoughts
Her eyes are as opals, so bright, so clear
Looking fondly to others, for beauty within
Seeing past what may be obvious, into the depths
Her essence is not the obvious, which shows
But proves to be that which she permits to be seen
One must know her to understand all that she can be
My true self I have hidden,
And with bashfulness is ridden,
And all that I am feeling forms an ultra-silent sigh;
My throat contracts with dryness,
I am beaten up with shyness,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
With resolve I try to fight it,
My tongue gets tied so tight it
Doesn't work to speak the sentences I need to amplify;
As I stammer and I falter
I pray for this to alter,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
I must hope this writing reaches
As it begs and thus beseeches
With a vehemence of truth that I hope will clarify;
I would brave the very devil
For us to reach another level,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
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