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how lovely

love.

lovely love.

how could someone hate love?

or love hate?

you should love, love.

and hate, hate.

maybe that's the problem.

maybe

if we all loved love,

and hated hate,

would the world be a better place?

then all the love would be together,

and all the hate would stay together.

and the wouldn't meet each other at all.

I think things get messy when

love and hate collide.

which is why love/hate relationships

never work you see.

why is there both love AND hate in this world?

what if there was just love?

or just hate?

but there is both, so people disagree.

and things get messy.

love and hate.

hate and love.

I would love to have a lovely love.

wishful

wish, wish, wish

why do people always wish?

I wish to do this,

I wish to do that.

why don't you just do it instead?

why do people dream of stuff

and then think they can't do it.

so then they just wish about it?

because isn't that

what wishing is?

I wish to never wish.

I always want to be able to do

anything

I can dream of.

nothing to stop me

and make me start wishing

my wishes away...

a super cool poem

this poem is about a girl who couldn't find my blog but hopefully now is reading this and had finally found it and it laughing because this is a silly poem :)

missing.

when something is missing,
you miss it.
and when you miss something,
it's missing.
so when I miss you,
it means
you're missing
from my life.

waitin in line.

waiting in line,
is a difficult, tricky and hard task
to manage
and accomplish.
I mean, first of all, it's having to choose which line to stand in.
and then once you've finally decided which line is the shortest,
and which line includes the people with the least number of items...
you get in line to wait.
and wait.
and wait.
and then you realise that when you look over to the cashier next to you,
and their line is moving way faster then yours.
but it's too late to switch over now.
or so you think...
because then the person before you can't decide whether they want
all their items bagged or not.
and then after they decide to go with bags, the cashier tells them it will cost them an extra 5 cents, so then they decide to switch back to no bags.
and then they have to run and get another item because the one they choose doesn't have a barcode number.
and then they insist to pull out and use every single coupon they've cut out of the newspaper.
and you look over to the line you should have switched over to but you thought it would be too late to, and it's got a whole new line of people...and you realise that if you had switched over, you would have been long gone already.
and just when you're about to pull out all your hair (or the hair that belongs to the person in front of you)
you realise you have forgotten your wallet at home,
and have just wasted 3801729837401824375123 hours...
waiting in line.

life.

life.
can seem so big,
so much to do, so much to see
or not, much at all?
can you only see or do so much?
life.
can seem very small,
not ever enough time
to do everything you want to.
or can you?
everyone.
has been given a life
has been given a beginning and an end.
some may not be having a life though.
life.
a gift? a right?
some people want more life
some peopole want none
some people don't care about life at all.
life.
there is a purpose to everyones' life
there is a reason that we all live
some search long and hard
for their purpose.
when all along,
it's right there in front of them.
life is funny sometimes
it can play silly tricks on us.
life.
can seem so big, can seem so small...
what can I say, it's life!