A few poems to read

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[frofc]

I wonder

if we lose the

stars and the planets

what will nothing

look like

what degree

of silence

does nothing make

[frofc]

I looked up

to see the castle

on the hill

had gone silent

not one word

came out of their

mouths

The melody has

left the orchestra

and it seems

no one has anything

left to say

[frofc]

If you'd like

to touch the stars

Raise your hand

[frofc]

Empathy

hasn't quite become

yesterday's newspaper

but seems its

in the emergency

room

[frofc]

Time doth fly

but it keeps coming

round again

it will be pleased

to see the back of you

one day

and only breath

can save you

the free est thing

in short supply

the irony

[frofc]

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows

What are those blue remembered hills

What spires what farms are those

That is the land of lost content

I see it shining plain

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again

A Shropshire Lad-AE Housman 1896

[frofc]

I hope

there's no aliens

watching this

shit show

of ours

[frofc]

Truth and honesty

were last seen

fleeing public life

and heading

for the endangered

list

[frofc]

It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Woohoo 13 today and enjoyed every moment

[frofc]

I'd be born to Richard

or John

Both kings of course

and of who's side I took

through birth

but if I were a spy

on the opposite side

with a treacherous heart

For neither I'd care

I care only for the coins

that bought me

[frofc]

I don't know

what love is

it is so many

things

but what I feel

feels like love

I may know

what love is

[frofc]

If only I knew

what it meant

the planets and

and the firmament

galaxies and the super nova

neatly wrapped up

in infinite space

[frofc]

It couldn't happen

to me

I told myself

and a million

ghostly voices

cried

It happened

to me

[frofc]

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows

What are those blue remembered hills

What spires what farms are those

That is the land of lost content

I see it shining plain

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again

A Shropshire Lad-AE Housman 1896

[frofc]

There are non

so blind as those

that will not see

John Heywood 1546

[frofc]

I really do like

human beings

but just

in very small

doses

[frofc]

It isn't all haywains

and heavy horses

but sometimes i

wish too see summers

gone by

where fields were

for growing things

except tarmac

meadows electric

with every colour

under the sun

sadly I can't go there

maybe just as well

I'd doubt I'd return