We were all awkward and unsure
But the long silence Was not uncomfortable-- Because it was all of us And it was no one's fault If that makes sense?? - Atlas
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Do what you can do
With what you have While you have it-- Perhaps that is all Anyone can do. I feel like I've written something along these lines before - Atlas And perhaps the grand illusion
Is that everyone thinks the story is about them With an exciting middle And a dramatic, fitting end. Instead, it is often a single choice Like turning right or left That decides our fates Forever. This still feels kinda unfinished but I have no idea what I'd add onto it - Atlas This is the story of an Icarus who learned to swim
Who returned to the tower And made himself new wings of wax But when he felt the air again The thrill of almost-falling He could not resist Flying higher once more a.k.a. me, trying to do everything well while constantly adding on new responsibilities/activities - Atlas The truth was lost
In the silence Between today And tomorrow (But someday, it will be found.) Writing bad poetry is surprisingly fun - Atlas Nothing is ever as simple as we want it to be
The ocean is the place Where life began And it is what allows life to continue But it can change in an instant And become a harsh, unforgiving storm. To make it simple is to control it To diminish it In all its wild, untamed glory :P - Atlas It is not the adventure-filed life
I dreamed of when I was a child But it is good And it is real And even if the world ended tomorrow I would not regret this life I chose Hmm - Atlas As I marched into the unknown,
I turned to you And asked you to stay with me Until the very end. You did not reply And I could not see you Or even know for sure if you were there But the quiet, hopeful part of my heart Said that you said yes I'm try to be careful about believing things without proof, but sometimes I wonder - Atlas I sing a soft song of peace
To the stars And for a moment There is only me The stars The sounds of the night (The quiet.) :/ - Atlas These poems are broken,
Shaky, Cliche-- But it has been a long time Since they have been for anyone But myself There's kind of a second part of the poem that I don't know how to phrase?? Hmm - Atlas |
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