Question: Has anyone here (on Flounder) actually read these?

7-13-7

A universe of broken things.

All once working, all tarnished by the touch of humans,

Sitting side by side in chaos.

Content, on a pole without food,

Near to everything, except their fellow human beings,

Their delight, unlike ours, is true.

After this hike; now here I rest,

Thinking how my effort would be nothing for others.

On the top, of my little world.

Unsure of what I need to do,

Now that my work here is done, and as the teacher is new,

How do I occupy me?

God, our great Lord Almighty,

They hold belief within others, but not inside of me,

Yet some expect that I believe.

Us, with such intelligence,

Why do we burn down the world, and leave others to die?

Us, with such stupidity.

Take a bit of happiness

Between a rock and a hard place, through hell and back,

And watch it become some love.

Of the Mind, Heart and World

5-7-5

I sit here, open mind,

Waiting for the world to see

I sit here, open heart.

As I look around,

Watching the world go by me,

Waiting for… Something.

I type this… Somehow.

While changing the universe

With each tap… Somehow.

I walk, a wonder

For being me, of all people.

I walk, as just me.

I should now finish

For something that I don’t

Feel that much for, really.

I won’t finish

For something that I don’t

Feel that much for, really.

It’s funny to think

That I’m able to think about

Me thinking of me.

I shouldn’t do this,

Not right here and not right now,

But it’s my escape.

I wonder if I

Truly wonder, or do I

Just contemplate life.

To give life, and to

Receive it, is a gift to be

Appreciated

I’d like to know if

The soul is something tangible

In the days of life.

Let me go. To that

Place where peace is the only thing,

And the soul is free.

Let you all know that

This is one thing that can be

Public for you to share.

It’s now a lot more

Relevant then it was when

I saw it before.

It’s not me,

and not who I want to be.

But you said to write.

Let me write. Things that

Take me beyond human,

And into my soul.

Who I want to be,

Is something that I value

Deep within my heart.

What not to do is

Something that takes away

From the hearts of others.

To live is a life

Of an experience that

Few want behind them.

I place my heart in

Your hands and know it will

Be safe forever.

The wind and the waves,

Calm my mind, and soul unlike any

Other thing of the world.

Alone, together,

Nothing to bond, but nothing

To break, us apart.

It sometimes feels,

Like love is out of our reach

In these lonely lives.

To love is to live,

But it is not reversed.

To live is to dream.

I don’t care if you

Return my heart in pieces,

If you have held it.

Then, I would have said

“Thanks for the memories”. Now,

I just say “goodbye”.

I could have almost,

Touched the stars. But I

Fell just before them.

I could have almost,

Fell in love with you. So close,

But so far away.

These soppy love poems are

All that is between me and

Complete boredom.

You should care people

Love you, even if you have no

Love to give them back.

I find myself here

Pondering, the nature of

This life between us.

I don’t know what love

Is, and yet I write about

Its meaning to me.

Ok, that person doesn’t

Like me. I have to move on.

To move on again.

I simply hope that

There’s not a keylogger,

Or I’ll be dead.

What a waste. Just

Another reason. I realise

there is no caps lock.

Thank you for this time.

It has been wonderful, and

I hope to spend more.

A crush is not the

Right word for a faraway

Person who you love.

You might not know me,

But I have come here to say,

“Could I be your date?”.

When I see your face

Break into that smile, my

Heart skips a… two beats.

We only spoke once.

And yet that was enough. For

Me to fall in love.

What are your thoughts?

On life, the universe.

About me, on… us?

Today I learned,

What it’s like to love you,

And it’s amazing.

It’s strange to think of

All those people who had loved

Before ours, here, now.

Love, the meaning of

Life, which leads to, Death, the end

Of all that we know.

Platonic love and

Romantic love are simply,

Imperfect mirrors.

To live, and to laugh.

To be able to learn, and most

Importantly, love.

Hello, again, it’s me.

The person who’s creating

You. Just by typing.

I care, but I don’t

Know if she does. I hope so,

But I really don’t know.

We’re getting back

Together. Once again it is

Something platonic.

He’s just kind of a

Dick, and that’s the truth. I don’t

Know why she likes him.

I’m not sure what will

Happen next in, what I think

Of, as our story.

They are still pissed.

I do not know for how long

This will go on for.

It’s nice, to be back.

Back with a friend, after being

Uncertain for this time.

Give me love, just love.

That kind of love attachment

Brings to you and me.

It’s strange, when you get

A little peak into the heart of

Another you know of.

To fall in love is

When the edges of your puzzle pieces

Match perfect, edge-to-edge.

I should let you know

That I am addicted to you and

I will be forever.

I doubt my love life

Will change this year, and if it

Does it will become worse.

When you love me, I

Feel like I’m floating in a

Space that just we share.

It’s nice, it’s better,

It’s platonic, it’s awesome,

It’s me, you and us.

That walk. Open, kind, happy.

Full of smiles between friends, happy

Moments shared between us.

Will it stay or will

It leave us over time, but right

Now that doesn’t matter.

Haiku, simple things that

Open up worlds of possibility

For me to explore.

She is just a bit

Out of my league. I don't know

How to ask her out.

Hi X, I was just

Talking to you. You're really

Quite a nice person.

[Note: Here X is who ever my crush happens to be at the time of reading]

You're close in some

Ways (physically). Socially?

You're really far away.

You're so pretty it

Hurts to be far away from you.

But when you are close...

The times change slowly,

But they change surely, the darkness

Moving towards us.

The world will die. It

Will die from the ignorance of

Us, guardians of Earth.

I haven’t written

One of these for a little

While, so here it is.

You’re really nice and

I’m happy to have met you.

So, well, yeah, that’s it.

Writing on my blog

Keeps sanity within me,

And the sadness out.

You have cool shit, and

I don’t. But you’re cool and I’m

Definitely not.

People ask me sometimes

Mac, Windows, or Chromebook?

Linux, I just say.

A Raspberry Pi is

Good enough for what I do.

Probably you, too.

“Bloatware”, they grumble.

“Why?” I respond “Arch Linux,

With i3 and love”.

Time spent on the

Little things. The driver installs,

The kernel updates.

The end we know, and

The end we don’t. I think I’m

Worried about the first.

Haikubot, the simple

Bot, that brings so much joy to

Me and some others.

My syllables are

Not always (never) counted right.

I am very sorry.

Those connections we

Make, between our past and our

Present, are so... cool?

I need to let out

Some of my emotions, and

Not keep them inside.

It’s not what you know,

It’s what you can do, don’t make

My mistakes again.

I should be doing

Something else, but I’m writing

Haiku instead of it.

Those things you think of,

Then never do, those things you

Dream of, but discard.

Poetry being written,

Instead of doing simple

Things, too simple things.

I should have brought them

Here, but guess what? I didn’t

Bring them, I forgot.

I have better things,

To be doing, but I don’t

Have things to do them.

I think I’ve just

Killed the thing, that I value

As a part of me.

I don’t know how far

I can run. From my fear, my

Dreams, from death itself.