Might as well post this. This is the first "Poem" (if you want to call it that) that i wrote sometime in the 8th grade
Time
If time is a measurement of space; why does it seem different to people? Time.
To some it goes by slowly,
To others it goes by quickly,
Why?
If it were a measurement; would it not be constant?
The same?
People interpret thing different that’s true,
But even measurements are the same,
For example,
An inch is an inch
A foot is a foot
A yard is a yard
But to people time is always changing; it is never the same,
Why is it not the same for everyone?
Why is it different?
Ocean Bliss
This is (a little bit of) Me
- Flüssiger Spiegel
- "Under your boot-soles", United States
- I am myself and I go by several names; you can call me whatever you like. Friendship, Poetry (and Literature in general), Nature, Music (and most other forms of art), and God only know what else are almost always on my mind. I think, a lot; it keeps me occupied. I like to write, a lot; it’s enjoyable. I'm pretty self-condemning, and at times even self-destructive…but I would never intentionally hurt anyone else; in fact, it makes me feel pretty good to help people. For example: my friends (for some reason) often come to me for help or advice; it feels nice. I am more or less a quite person; unless I trust you. I try to be open minded and accept just about anyone. I love my friends...they mean the world. In any case, that‘s all I‘m writing; maybe I wrote to much… Later (By the way, thanks for everything Steven)
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