Pieces
I know the pieces fell in an order,
and disorganized as they hit.
Like a puzzle the pieces,
they tightly fit.
Build and share through conversing,
use a tongue that is often bit.
Disagree about what is said,
remembering the pieces do fit.
Arguments come and often go,
us giving each other shit.
The pieces fall in an order,
and disorganize as they hit.
Different
I am better then you because I'm different.
I am lesser then you because I'm different.
Different then different I am to you.
Different then different is my view.
Same as your same but different thoughts.
Same delusions different thinking spots.
Differently different we are different,
because we are differently different,
and it doesn't make a difference,
but it does,
because we are different.
Farming thoughts
Choices lead to foolishness and the end,
to gravity and the sun to lift and send,
to the next disposition of a position cleared,
to be protected by the darkness and feared,
by the choices chosen to be chosen to lead,
planting the rows by row and seeds by seed.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes my mind zig zags and I can't stop at one.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Three good poems here the first speaks to me of disorganization that comes together even randomly seeming to fit as one's life is a puzzle that seems to fit from the internal view of things but may just be random after the fact or from outside view. The second speaks of differences then tries to compare them in value or weight. If asked how many oranges make an apple one is hard pressed because they can not be compared and their value is judged in the mind of the responder. In the third follows from the first two choices can't be made without proper foundation and information yet we make them and seed them as if nuggets of truth to grow in others. A lovely set of writes and a fave
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