{"sf1_id":1341131,"sf2_id":"XnrQb8xm","title":"May Poems of 2018","author":"VinchenzoTheJackal","words":470,"posted_at":"2018-06-09T20:04:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poems","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1341131-may-poems-of-2018","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrQb8xm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/44/93/4493de64-38db-4e33-8e8f-9d06bee333bd","description":"A collection of Poems from May 2018.\nThey range from a variety of topics, feelings, and themes.","content":"Dreams\n\nDreams of wonder, dreams of surprise, things to ponder, things to analyze.  \nDreamed of those, dead and lost, yet energetic and pleasent, happiness not a cost.  \nDreaming a world, exciting fantasy, wondrous potential there, just for me.  \nYet I also dream of fear, on some night, it brings a tear, of cruelties not right.  \nAnd so the poem comes to and end, to talk of those nights my friend.  \nMany dreams of many things. Many nights of many new experiences.   \nMany thoughts to attend, this waking story now at an end.\n\nLife Vent\n\nSorrow, boredum, deppression, day after day repitition, aimless wandering volition, structure based around oppression.  \nInternet friends, best friends, our life online, to our ends.  \nWhere is our way where is our purpose?, no reason, logic seems flawed I suppose...  \neverything comes, everything goes, where-ever, everywhere, nobody knows.  \nFollowing a path, evading wrath, following in line, I say \"I'm fine.\",  \nbut I'm not, my heart, it slowly starts to rot.  \nWhere is the meaning, where is the way, time starts to pass, my mind begins to decay,  \nwhere do I go?, just where-ever?!, everything seems to suck forever.  \nLet me be in peace, leave me sane, let me write poetry and play computer games.\n\nTwo Happy Poems\n\nHappiness found, Paradise acheieved, Joy is had, I feel so relieved.  \nSorrow gone, Enlightenment seized, Life feels good, On glee I feed.\n\nSadness, replaced with gladness, the pain, from which I refrain, end of sorrow, for the good day tomorrow.  \nA happy tug, from a mother's hug, family joy, for the heart of an old boy.\n\nMixed Feelings of My Life\n\nI'm happy, I found myself, I'm sad, my prison realized.  \nI put hangars onto this shelf, as I use introspect, my life is sized.  \nIt's not the best life, not the worst, in the past, of this I cursed.  \nIll thoughts be gone, if this is my story, I'll sing long.\n\nMy Great Life Lesson\n\nThe greatest lesson I've ever learned, of knowledge of which I've yearned,  \nTo appreciate what little I've got, and be happy with my own lot.  \nTo be happy with what you have, rather than be sad with what you have not.\n\nBest/Favorite Learning Lessons\n\nI like to learn about what I see, I greatly enjoy what I read,  \nWhether I learn alone, with friends, or family,  \ndiscussing it gives me more than I want, and it will give me all that I need.  \nSight, Discovery, Speech, three methods of learning,  \nthat of which I value, for teaching me all that I am yearning.\n\nLessons of Discipline\n\nExample is that of which I enamor, Punishment is what I fear and abhor,  \nOf all Lessons of Discipline, the best society does ignore.  \nOne leads and teaches not by brutality, but by that of logic and rationality.\n  \n  \n\n"}