i was bored last night and was thinking of cool names for poems... thought about a lilpad and the morning dew..
Oh lily pad why do you cry every morning? Are you taking in all grievances every heartache, people endlessly adorning All man's knowledge going to waste As the apocolypes comes giving us chase You know none of this yet you still cry when the sun comes by
Is this happiness, rejoice, and love or all a sham, a haox, a scam Nature has no optimism so why should we? Sitting by the fire, a dead oak tree living in the moment, till the first cough then you have Aids, and are floating aloft you know nothing of this and yet you still cry.. ...every morning.. as the sun goes by
it was weird how that came to me...i have no idea what to call that
Boredom: Boredom Boredom Boredom always stalking.. oh em gee when i'm thinking of stuff it creeps up on me Boredoms a joke with no punch line it's like a plague on food as we dine
Boredom Boredom... will you ever leave me be? then an emotion comes out let it be happy and free.. until drawn back to the boredom chi...