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I lost four teeth
I never knew
Their roots grew down
Before their heads grew
Up
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Now I must "eat"
Out of a cup
The only reminders of them
That remain
~~~
Are four holes
Some odd swelling
And minimal pain
~R.I.P.~
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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Dear Wisdom Teeth,
..
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I lost four teeth
I never knew
Their roots grew down
Before their heads grew
Up
~~~
Now I must "eat"
Out of a cup
The only reminders of them
That remain
~~~
Are four holes
Some odd swelling
And minimal pain
~R.I.P.~
Press up
You’ve no eyes
To see your path
And yet you grow
-
Pressing onward
Pushing upward
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You trust a sky
You’ve never known
To greet you there
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Pressing onward
Emerging outward
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Did you ever doubt
Your way
Would lead you out?
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Pressing onward
Pushing upward
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Your bud is soft
Your leaves are frail
And still you trust
-
Pressing onward
Emerging outward
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Your first journey
Left your trail
Your roots sustain
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Pressing onward
Reaching downward
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All your life they will remain
L'chaim
Life is an experience.
Or rather, a thought
On an experience
Could they be the same?
~
Or perhaps, life is a memory.
Of being or of thinking?
I do not know.
~
Failing that
LIfe is a dream.
Of experiences
Of thoughts
Of memories to come
~
Life is. Life was. Life will be.
Or rather, a thought
On an experience
Could they be the same?
~
Or perhaps, life is a memory.
Of being or of thinking?
I do not know.
~
Failing that
LIfe is a dream.
Of experiences
Of thoughts
Of memories to come
~
Life is. Life was. Life will be.
So now I’m blogging? / Awakening
I'm still not entirely sure what I think about this whole blogging thing. I've contemplated blogging for a while, but always decided I don't have enough time. Time disappears constantly and business only escalates.
With that said, I think better when I'm typing anyway. Somehow, my thoughts just reorder themselves and become coherent when I can see them in front of me... I guess I'm just better at thinking with a keyboard than inside my own head. I probably won't post as often as I should, but then, if people really want to know what's going on in my life, they should just ask me.
For the moment, I'm setting myself the goal of blogging about the ICC Masters Conference and Singapore... we'll see what happens with that. I'll kick off this mini-series with a poem I wrote on the Institute for Culture Communiticators Theme for 2010:
With that said, I think better when I'm typing anyway. Somehow, my thoughts just reorder themselves and become coherent when I can see them in front of me... I guess I'm just better at thinking with a keyboard than inside my own head. I probably won't post as often as I should, but then, if people really want to know what's going on in my life, they should just ask me.
For the moment, I'm setting myself the goal of blogging about the ICC Masters Conference and Singapore... we'll see what happens with that. I'll kick off this mini-series with a poem I wrote on the Institute for Culture Communiticators Theme for 2010:
Awakening:
Who is she?
This silent girl
Who wanders
Through the halls of another's mind
Looking for herself
But finding
No one
Coming to a room of mirrors
Looking
She'd see both
Herself and another
Afraid of finding
Cataract filmed eyes
She prefers
Her own imagination
Blinded by the night
She musters
Courage for the morning