There are 7 wonders in the world
but I only have 6.
Who? What? When? Where? How? Why?
Who took our generation downhill?
What happened to the will and grace of the human race?
Suddenly, no one cares about ****** anymore.
No one is surprised to hear a woman drowned her own son
like crime is as normal is the sun rising in the east
and the least we can do is pay a little more attention to the news and not the tweets
but, I guess that's just become a snooze button to us
Like the evil deeds, groups are causing is less important than a dress
or how a celebrity saves her family from the lips of the ocean, but all anyone cares about is her "Nip slip" through the process
How did the world get like this?
How is it that there's more fruit in shampoo than a poor man's place?
Why does everyone want a clean slate when no one has an eraser?
Yes, maybe you want to erase her or him
but you can't because they're on twitter
suddenly, it's bitter-sweet
and all you worry about is having them sub-tweet you..
Plus, how about the troops?
We think we wear combat boots because it's cute
and "being there for your best friends" and "Lending a hand"
but THEY are the ones lending us a hand
and being without their homes so we have ours
but no. Kardashians and Jenners are more important..
when did the world get like this?
I wonder.

Often

She sits

    And wonders

Does she make

Somebody’s heart




Skip?

Once I start writing
I cant ever stop

Maybe that's just how it is
Our train of thoughts never comes to a halt

We continue to ponder
Among the wonder
The world has to offer

Diminutive flowers burst onto the scene.
I am grateful to at last see that it really is Spring.
I was beginning to wonder-

The Winter birds will wing their way on;
Flying long distance to their Summer home.
They are a wonder-

Winter brought heartbreak, but some fun and joy.
A happy farewell to that harshest of seasons, boy!
Little wonder-

As you read the words,
I have written about,
The circles under my eyes,
The bruises on my skin,
Oh, all these stories,
Of my cold, little heart.

I wonder what image of me,
Shows up on the screen,
At the back of your mind,
In greyscale or in the filter fade,
As your lips mouth out,
The words that could never slip off mine.

I wonder if you think,
Of the words you have read,
Written from the tip of my pen,
Typed out from the keys of the alphabet,
Sung along to a four chord strum,
As you pause yourself from the occupied.

I wonder if my words,
Ever made you look back through the pages,
Of the books you have read,
And had you started on something new,
For people had words as skin,
And you needed quotes for tattoos.

One night, one lady asked,
How do you see the world so vast?,
I answered with an abated voice,
"I simply look at it with nodding head's rejoice

She redundantly asked again;
"How do you see the world in-sane?,
I answered with shunned eyes,
"I never do, I never have, it's a fluke, a LIE"

As she sat and leaned,
First at air's wisp and second,
on my shoulder's plead,
-and said-"This is where all ethereal lies of gist"

"Where art thou", I asked,
She giggles in reminisce; grabs a flask, then drinks in stillness
"This empty bottle is filled with greatness"-she says-
"To what extent?" as I gazed

"Haha..... to none" she laments over,
"None?, surely not, This flask is liquid's lover
It helps give form
To whatever desolated-looking storm"

Both depend on each other's existence,
She then swiftly seizes my hand
"Answer then my question with consistence"
"Well I guess the world is undersized but grand?" -I pondered-

"Close enough", as she yawns
As I bring her to bed,
I then see the brimming dawn
-I leaned back and thought-"Huh, the world is yet to be well-said"