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“One of the oddest things about being grown-up,
was looking back at something you thought you knew
and finding out the truth of it was completely different
from what you had always believed”

so much for a less complicated
& pollution free world


daze & daze

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
is more important than
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it .

Jonathan Reed

Refuse to be part of a lost generation.

Read it now from bottom to top.


have you stopped?

you may never reach the summit of your dreams
but if you realize at some point in time
though you may only touch the tip of that peak
or even just scale a quarter of that mountain,
the place that you are standing on
may just be the one that brings you the best joy in life

how many times have people forgotten
the ones that are always around
while just pushing towards others
that they feel are more important

sometimes, one just have to stop for one moment
to find strange occurrences around you


the whirly swirly

a spiral is a curve which emanates from a central point,
getting progressively farther away as it revolves around the point

been drawn in by the spiral that captivates you
unable to put yourself out of it
you just continue to focus your attention with it
that’s the obsession

just when you realize you need put a stop to it
you try to turn that obsession to another object/direction
and that’s how the cycle become just as neverending


so that’s the case

sometimes words can leave one so speechless & dumbfounded
leaving nothing but moments that seems that time froze in an instant

misunderstanding leads to the perception that will be keep for long
affecting the very basis of how one’s mind function
locking issues up inside the locket that shuts itself tight

moments of folly will bring out the point of eruption
crushing all the others that were once having another impression

since when have the internet age causes the loss in the form of communications


what’s your deepest fear?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It’s not just in some of us;
it is in everyone.

And as we let our own lights shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.


the square root of three

“I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed”

when did calculus become the basis for poem-making?
totally nice

May 2018
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