Leafy Collections

[Leaf]

Poem 1:

Just when you thought you had grasped
Onto the string of Hope hovering before you,
It slipped through your fingers, 
Leaving the Guilt of your conscience
To drag you back to the Hell of your Mind.

Writhing in the prison of your head,
There is only one salvation.
The shimmering Hope above you.
Untouchable. Intangible.
As if only to mock
Your piteous existence.

Philophiscal Rant:

In Heaven and in Hell,
People are chained with glorious food before them.
However, when all peoples are armed with meter-long chopsticks,
Why do those in Hell starve,
And those in Heaven thrive?
Those in Heaven feed each other while those in Hell struggle but fail to feed themselves.

[Leaf]

Poem 2:

Warm, soft, perfect place to be.
What makes it even better is it's there just for me.
Almost every second I wish I were there.
But I can't. Why? Because I have to be here.

I wish I could do everything there.
Well, maybe except piano, but oh well who cares?
Every night I give in and sleep in its arms.
And every morning when I pry from it I must mutter, "Darn!"

I love it so much my room could be bare
As long as its existence was left in my lair.
To you it's just a bed,
but to me it's much more.
IT'S MY BED!


(I wrote this in school. Everyone loved it. Heh. What do you think?)

[Leaf]

Poem 3: A nonsense poem

Dancing shadows frolic and fray.
Spin all about and let them go away.
Smasher and crasher and blasher and nay.
This really is nonsense. Dunno what to say.
Sweep, swoop, swop.
Flies splat and splot.
This makes no sense, not really, not at all.
'Cause I say 'tis nonsense in for a drawl.
Blibbering blathers with trabbles and trough.
Spouting words doesn't rake in the dough.
Opus troupus gemariopus.
Whittle and dittle and kittleiopus.
I don't even know what I am sayin'.
It's just that nonsense is little bit guayin'.  
Chibbers and chalk with friggles on top.
Smiles 'n zooplins and trishbanklin bop.
Really this nonsense is confuddling dwop.
I guess 'tis the end now I'll zishwagglin STOP!

[Leaf]

Philosophical Rant 2:

Topic: Carpē Dīem

While Carpē Dīem (seize the day) is an understandable concept, there are many negative drives to it. I'll start with my analogy: Life is a Cup. If life was a cup, then the Carpē Dīem supporters are those who are constantly trying to fill it to the brim. However, by doing so, they are unknowingly placing cracks in the bottom. As the need to fill their life/cup increases, they only start breaking their cup more and more by doing so. Finally, when the cup shatters, everything you have accumulated would be lost.

Carpē Dīem supporters are always trying to enrich their lives, not wanting to regret, always wanting to go with what they want. Guess what? These won't matter after your death. No matter what you believe in; be it heaven or hell or rebirth or just disappearing out of existence like Einstein said, everything you do in this mortal life will not matter. Heaven is eternal paradise. Do you think these little accomplishments as a mortal will seem as great when you are living without regrets everyday without consequences for eternity? Hell is eternal suffering. Will whatever you did as a mortal rescue you from your misery? Rebirth. That's a whole 'nother chance at mortal life. You could always do it another time. Disappearance. Well, if your existence, your conciousness was wiped, there would be no "you" to worry about these things.

Well then, just WHY do people believe this philosophy? One quick and easy answer: Greed. These people are by nature, greedy. We all are, just some more than others. They don't cherish the fact that they can wake up and be happy because they're healthy. They don't take comfort in the fact that they're not starving or in poverty. They aren't satisfied with the fact that nothing horrible happened to them. They don't see the happiness that they are already drowned in. Carpē Dīem. A greedy fool's desire to achieve everything they wanted to. They are always craving for more, always wanting to stuff more into their jam packed life. They don't understand that what they have is what many, many people desire and yet can't have. They wish to be individuals with their own perspective from others, and yet they are blinded from the happiness that they already have. They want to have happinesses that are extreme, but these usually are brief and come with nasty, long-lasting consequences. So next time, before making a rash, reckless decision, think about these words. Next time you hear Carpē Dīem, remind yourself that living life to the fullest may not give you the best life.

And thus here I conclude my Philosophical Rant.

[Leaf]

Poem 4:

Trapped.
Everything is tugging at once.
Your homework, it pulls at your mind, trying to revert your attention.
Your parents, they yell for you to go downstairs, to come do the dishes.
Your mind, it tries to pry itself from the screen, but finds itself glued.
Your hand, it staggers between your pencil and your keyboard, confused about its current duty.
Your head whirls, your palms sweat, your mouth stutters.
Pressure, responsibilities, temptations, madness.
Piles upon piles of things,
Piling higher, thicker, heavier.
It hurts, you cannot move, you cannot breath,
Yourmindisjumbledyoucanteventhinkeverythingistoooverwhelming!

Just stop.
And breathe.

[Leaf]

Poem 5:

Like gum, it's stuck to your foot.
Or whatever on the floor you put.
It's light, like air,
But stuck, it ain't fair.
Your shadow is you dipped in soot.

Poem 6:

Good fellow, how much do you love this city?
Moreover, how much will you bet to trust me?
You might say I'm young,
And light with the tongue,
But I'll be your mayor at twenty.

Poem 7: Drive Safely

If only you knew where to be looking,
Instead of down at your texting,
Then maybe my body
Wouldn't need an IV
And yours wouldn't be burnt from cremating.