Every Person Is A ShopperMore Like This
These people you drive by everyday, these cars that you pass, these ears that you wish could hear you as you scream at the top of your lungs 'Go!' or the various profanities that you choose to use, every single one of these people are heading somewhere. Heading to work, to the grocery store, to the airport, somewhere, their minds bent toward that place, their voices shouting out those words that you used only moments ago, they are all making a choice in their lives that might change it entirely. Most people don't really think about these things, or at least they think that no one thinks about these things. You never really know what someone is thinking, you never really know where these people are heading, you won't truly and honestly care if their car swerved at the last minute and crashed into some other car. Nor would they care if you crash, as long as it didn't affect their drive, didn't affect the path that they decide to take. These people that you drive by everyday, these people
why cry for the dead?There's one.More Like This
What are we talking about?
What are we talking about again?
I'm listening now.
My poem to JohannesI am not really a writer.More Like This
But still, I am a fighter.
This poem should be,
Really good you see,
When I in my head gets lighter.
You may find my text really bad.
If you do, that will make me sad.
Im trying my best,
To find out the rest,
on this poem that makes you so mad.
Now maybe the poem should start.
Im thinking of old poems and Art.
I will get philosophical soon enough.
Even though all the thinking is rough.
But in the next line it will start.
Now why is it stars on the sky?
Why cant the humans fly?
Are there life out there?
Are there ghosts down here?
Why do the humans die?
And maybe the biggest question off them all.
And this one is far, far from small.
What do a woman think?
Why do they drink?
Cause they dont have control at all.(End of the limerick)
I cant answer these questions, but i can make teories.
My teori is that the stars are on the sky, because there are no room on earth
Humans cant fly because they dont have wings.
There are lots of life out there, havent you seen inde