If I do have wisdom,
Why can’t I recognize?
And if I don’t know that it’s wisdom,
Well... am I even wise?

I say if this is true.
Here it's true, there it is a story, we understand.
This is all we do. We bher life's meaning.

We stand for you, holding truth as self
evidence,
for when you feel meaning less,

we signify reason to try next once more

in significant qualia quants
for common sense

at little green apple level. Not much

a little think , a

photon size Einsteinian think.

True of false? This happens all the time.

It feels like you understand something
that makes no sense.

And it feels so good. Nothin' missin'
Like a perk on the spaceship earth cruise, an
add in fun item
late in the game. Okeh. Your play.

Storm.

Lightning flashes in the sky.
It could brighten any night.

Then you hear the thunder.
And you may begin to wonder,

What is coming up ahead? just a simple shower?
Or a mighty storm with awesome power?

You hear the rain falling from the skies, then
You tightly close your eyes.

You just want it all to end oh but my
Friend the storm has only just begun.

Lightning flashes in the sky.
It could brighten any night.

By T.J. Tom

Feeling overwhelmed with what's going on
Don't ask me how I handle this
I just do what needs to be done
Yeah, I've got my reasons
But don't be mistaken
This isn't bliss
Not from what I've done

I should have listened to my intuition
But it's too late
Now I'm numb
And there's no exit
Just me in this closet
With so many secrets

Metaphors all around
Which go round and round
You'll never understand
But I'm sure you will
One day

How long will this last
How long will I survive
Who knows
Certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who has a knack for poetry
Writing and writing
Only for it to bring nothing
Nah, it makes me forget about reality
So I guess that's something

Where is this going?
Who knows, certainly not me
Just a nobody in my twenties
Who lives in poverty
Hey, have some money?
I'll write you a lovely story
With a man named Johnny
Who has a girlfriend named Lucy
She's real juicy
BUT WAIT
She's a zombie
That's pretty filthy
I'm sorry

This poem turned out pretty bad
But it is what it is
Insomnia at it's finest
Anyways, I hope you have a splendid day
So goodbye, farewell
See you in hell.

Every life comes to an end
such is the life a human soul
which knows no end.

I find it interesting how
Happy you can make me feel.

I find it interesting how
Easily you can make me forget.

If only I could live among the
reflections in the water--
for they are more real
than I ever have been.

Though they may disappear
with a churning, gusty wind
or a starless night, aren't they
more perpetual than we?

Perhaps they are ghosts, shadows;
or perhaps they are just as weighed by flesh
as we are--but can we know?
How the grass is certainly greener there!

We are but specters of vapor, imprisoned
in our carcasses. Are we so human
that the intangibles, the ineffables,
the divine ideas are beyond our grasp?

How short life is, dear one! Is it not more fit
to remain for a while, emblazoned in light,
than to wink out of ****** existence
without ever having lived?