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The little things they said,
Are what matters the most.
Hello! Goodbye! Can I help you?
Providing aid to some lonely ghost.
Are all forgotten in the blink of an eye.
I'll walk into a room and say good morning!
Noone looks up, but a few albeit they were yawning.
I'll stand in line, waiting on my turn.
A gentleman cuts in front, looking quite stern.
A passerby bumps into me and spills coffee on my shoe.
Not a word of apology, even as I smile "Hey, howdy do?"
I'll stand on the sidewalk next to a puddle so clear.
A driver will pass, splashing me while the street kids cheer.
I'll leave my phone unattended next to my lunch.
The phone's still there when I get back.
Of course, what would they do,
Make a call while they munch?
I'll ask a question, different from the norm.
Harsh glares would be returned that say,
Why don't you just conform?
They'll dwell on the part that made them mad.
Just a second it would take, to make us all glad.
This is the world we live in.
Unsightly yet true.
We don't speak about it, a bad review.
Manners and etiquette they taught us in schools,
Yet all of this on a syllabus which has yet to be proved.
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Are what matters the most.
Hello! Goodbye! Can I help you?
Providing aid to some lonely ghost.
Are all forgotten in the blink of an eye.
I'll walk into a room and say good morning!
Noone looks up, but a few albeit they were yawning.
I'll stand in line, waiting on my turn.
A gentleman cuts in front, looking quite stern.
A passerby bumps into me and spills coffee on my shoe.
Not a word of apology, even as I smile "Hey, howdy do?"
I'll stand on the sidewalk next to a puddle so clear.
A driver will pass, splashing me while the street kids cheer.
I'll leave my phone unattended next to my lunch.
The phone's still there when I get back.
Of course, what would they do,
Make a call while they munch?
I'll ask a question, different from the norm.
Harsh glares would be returned that say,
Why don't you just conform?
They'll dwell on the part that made them mad.
Just a second it would take, to make us all glad.
This is the world we live in.
Unsightly yet true.
We don't speak about it, a bad review.
Manners and etiquette they taught us in schools,
Yet all of this on a syllabus which has yet to be proved.
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Literature
No Meaning, Just Feeling
No Meaning, Just Feeling:
It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...
You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....
No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.
Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...
Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...
"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012
Literature
The Little Seed
The Little Seed:
Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents
-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
Literature
Tidy Little Boxes
Everything in tidy little boxes
All of my memories are pigeon holed
One section left vacant for all the dreams
A million for the dreams that they stole
All the boxes with perfect right angles
Protractor now set to ninety degrees
With such rigid habits I wont survive
Please will you come and make a mess of me
Everything in tidy little boxes
While your dreams remain scattered on the floor
It's best that way, mine are hidden away
And stay so very easily ignored
All the boxes are stacked up together
So high one day they will surely fall down
Either that or they will be stacked so high
They'll encompass, suffocate and surround
Eve
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Author's Notes.
Just a few words about the world we live in..
*This piece cannot in whole or in part be reproduced, altered or claimed in any way without my explicit permission. ~Kirsten Jacob
Just a few words about the world we live in..
*This piece cannot in whole or in part be reproduced, altered or claimed in any way without my explicit permission. ~Kirsten Jacob
© 2012 - 2024 KirstenJacob
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this reminds me of a dr. seuss type thing except more mature