It's too loud
Too loud
To listen to the song
It's too loud
And you vowed
To sing it all life long
It's too loud
I won't doubt
I'll listen to that song
The hot and colder heat
Is burning
Returning
My footprints to the beach
...It's... too
Crowded
I'm shrouded
In Summer, Autumn pace
Eyes clouded
And powdered
Impress a stranger's face
The thrill of
The danger
The seafront
The seashore
Waterfronted memories
Remind me of before
It's quiet
I liked it
When everyone was here
Can't please
Everyone
The sadness spreads some cheer
No people
I don't know
To be some passers by
Don't I want it, the lonely?
If not, than I'll ask: why?
This is a blog. A blog is what this is being.
Thursday 19 September 2013
Sunday 8 September 2013
Favours
I like doing nice things for people.
By that I mean drawing pictures and giving compliments, because it's so great to know that you made someone's day and that someone, somewhere is grinning their head off... because of you! Of course I would like people to do this to me; to give me free stuff, compliments and poetry, so I'll send them those things - not solely because I want them in return (I do, but that's not the point), but because people are a giant family, and I think I'm part of it.
I love people and hate them. They are too big in number to be all liked by us.
But my sister said to me yesterday:
'Why does the government put laws in place to keep children out of bars and to ban smoking? Is it because they care?'
I pondered over this for a while, and it became clear, albeit slowly, that we do care about each other and we want to keep each other safe even if we don't know that person -- if you saw a person about to commit suicide, you would most likely try and stop them, right? A country and a family and this world full of people have love in them (yes, not all singular people care but people as a whole do): we fight for each other in wars, we buy each other things with our own money...
We have this instinctive family trait, and it's beautiful.
By that I mean drawing pictures and giving compliments, because it's so great to know that you made someone's day and that someone, somewhere is grinning their head off... because of you! Of course I would like people to do this to me; to give me free stuff, compliments and poetry, so I'll send them those things - not solely because I want them in return (I do, but that's not the point), but because people are a giant family, and I think I'm part of it.
I love people and hate them. They are too big in number to be all liked by us.
But my sister said to me yesterday:
'Why does the government put laws in place to keep children out of bars and to ban smoking? Is it because they care?'
I pondered over this for a while, and it became clear, albeit slowly, that we do care about each other and we want to keep each other safe even if we don't know that person -- if you saw a person about to commit suicide, you would most likely try and stop them, right? A country and a family and this world full of people have love in them (yes, not all singular people care but people as a whole do): we fight for each other in wars, we buy each other things with our own money...
We have this instinctive family trait, and it's beautiful.
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