We live life in mediocrity
But it never stays the same
The world can't handle that
It needs movements, the percentages changing and the metronome going to both sides
Forever.
Because the world isn't still
It's a violent storm that squanders
But perhaps it for the best
I would get bored
.
.
.
It wouldn't be humanity if there wasn't disagreements
If we're created in God's image then why do we constantly disagree
Perhaps that's our humanity
People can't live without people, hence why we would go insane and unable to function without others
People also say God doesn't need us, but he created and loves us.
But if we're created in God's image, do you think he's so lonely
That he needs friends
And people to watch
To take care of
To love
Just because he's only one being
Because he has nothing to share his everything with
Perhaps we're his entertainment, or maybe we're a coping mechanism
People dream of being God,
But perhaps it's for the best we aren't...
After all, who could deal with the constant state of loneliness and wholeness always there?
Maybe he weeps for us
Perhaps that's why he mended the water cycle
A cover up,
But it keeps us alive
His sadness satisfies our needs
In that case, are we leaches?
Who knows, I'm not God.
But maybe that's why he loves us...
Even though our teachers speak of how much we need God, and yes we do,
But perhaps he needs us as much as we need him.
And perhaps those who live and wallow in loneliness, who try in vain to get better, He smiles
Because
If even for a moment,
We knew what it was like to be a god.
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A/N- hey guys, it been a while since I've uploaded, sorry about that. I'm also sorry if the mention of God annoys you or whatnot, these are just my thought, so if your an atheist or something else, take this lightly. I'm not trying to force an idea of God onto you. Hope you guys are doing good— ALSO! I have news! I shared my poem "Sleeping With the Moon" with my teacher and he wants me to submit it to a Magazine or Literary Society! So I'm pretty excited, and he shared it with another teacher from somewhere else and they really like it! So I'm pretty happy.
Anyways~ see ya!
Xoxo
-Me
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Poesie"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
