I am neither here Nor there I am And always will be Somewhere in between. (Find me where the earth scrapes the sky.) --- You asked me to remember you As if I could forget The hands that shaped me Into who I am. I will carry you with me Until there is nothing left of me To remember. --- You say that the world is broken. That it's only going to get worse That people now are crueler and more violent Than they've ever been. But we've always been this way And this is not all we are. You have traded focused sight for the colors You once painted your world with Until all you can see Is black White And red. --- In order to learn how to say things with meaning You have to speak. But words have consequences When people listen. --- How much is a word worth? Only as much as the truth behind it. (The Currency Of Words) --- Why is it That when I'm alone I am whole And yet when I'm with others All I can see Are the broken parts The parts that don't fit And the parts that are missing --- "What do prokaryotes not have?"
"Feelings" Lots of poetry. All the poems. Also, an excerpt from my science class. -Atlas
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Change can be good or bad
And often it is both But above all, it is necessary For no song was ever played With just a single note. Have some philosophy in poem-form (because why not.) -Atlas If this is indeed the end
Know I'm glad To have been your friend And though things change And you cannot stay I would not have done this Any other way I tried to make a rhyming/rhythmic poem? Shmeh -Atlas Sometimes
There's nothing left To say. Cherish it For so often Our words Are born from pain. Gah I'm so tired -Atlas Together forever,
Right? We made a promise. But no one ever told us That forever Ends. Forgot to post yesterday (whoops!) so I'm posting the poem now -Atlas There is a conversation reserved
For the end of the world Where we say all the things We left unsaid And not have to face them Tomorrow. It will be scary, And it will be sad But it will be these things because Our lives were worth living. And maybe that's the most you can ask for, In the end. I feel like I'd need to rewrite this poem a few times to be really happy with it. :\ -Atlas And the words you needed to hear
Fell right through your ears Because you'd heard them a million times before On the lips of someone Who didn't believe it Hope you guys have a nice weekend! :D -Atlas Just because you're right
Doesn't mean That you are no longer obligated To be kind *hums* -Atlas I hope that the world loves you
As much as I do It's so short it barely even counts as a poem (gah) -Atlas And every day
The sunrise repainted itself On an endless canvas of sky As though every morning it asked itself Just who it wanted to be August is ending soon. (...Huh.) -Atlas |
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