Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
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We’re all walking stories in this book of life,
Going through moments of peace and strife;
All having their own different phases,
Turning the pages and changing faces;
Every person on a different page,
Of different stages of calm and rage;
Trying to find the ending we deserve,
Doing our best to keep the sanity preserved;
Some coping with the tragedy awaited,
Some getting lured into the traps all baited;
......
The sun overhead does not shine bright anymore.
There is this depressive halo around it.
Winds were comparatively cold than it was last Christmas.
I don't remember where I lost sight of my shawl of warmth.
Monsoon was harsh too.
It tasted brackish.
It rained tears.
I knew these were just signs
Because I ignored them for long.
I am losing my battle.
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Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,
......
I wish you could see
What I see
Maybe then you'd understand
The world is full of beauty
I wish you could know
What I know
Maybe then you would understand
The wonders life can show
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In the eyes of a child,
Life is a wonder,
a kaleidoscope of colors,
each day a new adventure,
laughter echoing in the air,
every moment, a treasure.
The scholar sees it differently,
a puzzle of questions,
each answer a stepping stone,
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Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
......
Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,
......
A frog,
Unto another lily pad.
Plip.
There are different bugs here.
Blip
Did you hear it?
No!
Not the tongue.
Or the hop
But it's the reason for the plip plop.
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There was a time
When time was continuous
Thoughts, coming
Going
Time never ceasing
There was a time
When people were not caged,
Not Sworn into oaths of evading eyes
eyes were free to see
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