The tired student turns his gaze onto the white expanse of the ceiling;
Thoughts and voices drifting at the edge of consciousness
The tangible silence of boredom envelops him, bringing
Soft Sweeping Swells of meaningless white nothings.
His Imagination wanders, flying free among
The 'true blue sky' and 'infinite yes.'
Time is irrelevant (there is only tomorrow)
, and Truth reveals a glimpse of primal human nature.
Just as the Simplicity approaches perfection
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The Bell Rings!
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I like the style you wrote this in as well as the ideas you portray here. Really love the notion of simplicity being perfection. 

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! the first poem on the site! haha, it's very well written. i loved the ending too. and ee cummings is god. well, to me he is, anyways. great job!






























I have yet to really play with effects and such on here- though I do know HTML. Maybe I should. Well, I was just curious to see what poem was the first posted. Maybe someday I'll have the time to read them all (yeah, right, unless I'm immortal!) Anyways awesome job Kev!









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