Poem: Books, Letters and Words

Read a book right to the letter
Words will then flow a bit better
Information will come
Take a sip of your rum
Now your opinions do matter

Freedom

I’m trapped

My feet are stuck 

They need to be freed

I am lazy

To use my hands?

No need

I’m practical

Shoes are taken off

With my feet

Familiar Struggles With Nails

As you cut your nails
There is one piece left behind
That tiny piece of nail
That you just cannot find

It has been swallowed by your skin
To never be found again
You must now walk
With a pin from within

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If you enjoy this one, read ‘On Monday Mornings‘ and ‘On Morning Rituals‘ as well!

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On Exams

You sigh as you touch
The ink on your hands
As the water flows
So does your knowledge

On Words

The idea of the end of words
Is the oldest form of conversing
To move those lips without meaning
Shows the disregard of society

The idea of the accuracy of words
Is the strongest form of conversing
To move those lips with intent
Shows the appreciation of society

The idea of the beginning of words
Is the youngest form of conversing
To move those lips without restraint
Shows the non-credibility of society

Society holds the value that
The end of the oldest shows no meaning
The accuracy of the strongest shows intent
The beginning of the youngest shows no restraint

Disregard for those without meaning
Appreciation for those with intent
Non-credibility for those without restraint
Shows the reversal of intellectuality