User:R perry/poems

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I feel like a piece of glass
I could shatter any time
If I wasn't so hard
Then I wouldn't break so easy



Inside me is a skeleton
Of this I have no doubt
Now it's got my flesh on
But it's waiting to get out



u must realise that nothing is definite
u must realise minds are independent

opinions are opinions
beliefs are beliefs
thoughts are thoughts
facts are not fact

so do you realise?



i spoke to a brick wall

all i hear is my echo
and the echoes beyond

it amazes me despite
it's many holes and gaps
none of my voice is absorbed

it has a life of its own
it choose to rebound everything i say

as well as things I did not say



i read the book
its so keen to give me knowledge
in its ink and white pages
through its diagrams and words

its trying so hard to enhance my brain
it does not realise its set in its way
the words and pictures imprinted forever
it will not change

the book is of ideas of its time
it does not know about the future
but just the past
it cannot read other books but itself
a book is just a book
what are you trying to tell me, dear book?

i scream and shout at the book
it just responds to me
page after page
words after words



Oh cometh to your senseth
Ye will show thou that as a brick wall I seem
Thy is actually a dynamic book
Thy will record the wall vibrations
in the new pages at the back
to reinterprete the new echoed response



The TV is constantly changing
no matter the inputs from the remote
the TV does not listen
or maybe my remote needs new batteries



like a string wanting to be stretched
to reach new limits

desiring to touch the untouched
desiring to experience the new
desiring the energy of tension

but for the string
unless there is force
it just remains slack



What is the face of the pencil
for it acts as however I choose it
Is it in denial of being under repression
Constantly being worn away and sharpened

I can guess the face

Now the pencil is rediculed
by having a rubber stuck on its nose
who also feels the same punishment
but has a different sensation

I can guess the face



Poor E
She thought she was blessed
with the extra line from the F
but little did she realise
that humans would find
that it is of much more use
and hence she has to suffer
the human exploitation
of its qualities
on the keyboard



The leaf was sad
and saw a cup of tea
The leaf prayed for the wind
to blow the tea over him
And then he felt
the new heat
The new energy
the new sensation
of becoming a tealeaf



Twinings, the box of Joy
holding all the aromatical needs
secure, yet easily accessable
However, one day,
this box will be emptied,
by the Hungry Aromaticolics
and then the box will become
Twinings, the box of Tears



Marriage is a fact
before it, was all an act
Caused by the need for survival
Fighting off all one's rivals
Pretending to be the perfect one
The wife gives birth to a son
And finally they break their wedding vows
and gradually increase their rows
Do they have to finally separate
Despite choosing their life long mate...



Is it time for me to go?
For i have tutorials tomorrow
Or I will be facing sorrow



u going to tell me ur invention?
even if its just a mention
Or are you letting me go to sleep
To find the dreams I seek



i will see what mood I'm in
Maybe it is i need a bit of gin
For my ideas to go wild
None of which is less than Mild



good night then
i dont know i'll speak to u when



Mr Cat, Mr Cat
Where are you at
Are you under the hat
Worried about what everyone is looking at

Come Out, Come Out
And then you can shout
What you're all about
You can build yourself a mount
And maybe give somebody a clout
If they don't like your mouth

Calm Down, Calm Down
Please remove your frown and sit down
You will be able to bound for the crown
And everyone will be able to hear your sound

Mr Cat, Mr Cat
You are now getting very fat
We all know what you're at
Get back in your hat
We need a different cat
So we can hit it with the bat