when I wake up in the morning and I’m all comfy in my bed,
I fell like a lil blanket-bug, and I burrow in my head!
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Wasted ~
Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time
It comes upon me that I have been living blind
Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes
To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime
Like many before me, I try to rewind
All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed
Obviously I should have taken more risks
But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.
the whim
There once was a boy, tall and thin
who took a train ride on a whim
the train took him to the depths of hell
where he sat a rang a solitary bell
and in the early morning when the clock struck thrice
he was fed a single bowl of plain, white rice
this is how he spent his lonely days
his mind stuck in a foggy haze
he decided one day to try and leave
only to find the devil is impossible to decieve
so he was stuck there in the depths of hell
ringing his lonely, solitary bell
Original Poetry 