NEMOPEDIA
Chaotic Lawful
POETRY
Sometimes I do that, yeah.
COURAGE
April, 2018
Empty letters
And words amiss
Please forgive
To my great grief
Nothing better
But this brief
Remiss
DECEMBER 5
December 2018
Taken away was a child’s day when
Remnants of a distant past were
Addressed as something that once was
Dark faces, inked, or smudged
Imitating black pages, rather ignored
The day forgotten
In their eyes tears formed
Others shouted, or fought, or bolted
Now, what will remain?
Saint Nicholas will never be the same
MAY 4
May 4 - 2019
How apt
To think of death
On the day that we
Reminiscence
IRONY
April - 2019
I command my own fate
Reason out my own vice
Only I can decide my path
No one that gives my command
Yet I pray to a higher man; God
BLAME GIVEN
April, 2019
What is free will to a fatalist?
What is fate to a free spirit?
Illusion, excuse.
Delusion, decision.
Belief, believe.
God gave man free will.
Man blames God their fate.
THE TREE
July 2019
I once met a tree,
Ten times taller than I;
Ten times older as well;
It had seen the coming and waning;
Of ages and generations;
Yet it persisted in its existence;
Found the power and will;
To continue and observe;
The passing history of the world;
I once saw a tree,
Ten times taller than I;
Ten times my age;
It had lived and persisted;
Watched us exist and desist;
And yet the tree never tired;
Standing tall for another ten;
DISAPPOINTED
August, 2019
Unimpressed, unhappy, upset, unsatisfied;
Never asking you again;
Request failed, repercussions negatively great;
Epically enormously embarrassed;
Let down, leading me to feel;
Inconsolable, I cannot help but express myself;
Adverse of the results;
Bitter, baffled, bested;
Losses we will never regain;
Ending on that note the feedback is;
Unreliable.
IF ONLY YOU COULD GIVE A FUCK
March 2021
To my friends who say:
“I stand with you, for you are my friend.”
Remember the stranger to whom you are a fiend
To that fiend who said:
“Return from whence you came, Turk!”
Know that this stranger could be your friend
If only you could have given a fuck.
For the difference between you and I
And the difference between them and I
Is within knowing a name
And hiding away
For I have the fortune to hide my shame
While theirs is the misfortune
Forced upon them and blamed
But I promise, I bleed the same
You don’t need to know my name
I promise, I pass my captcha tests
For all those who are not me;
I fear for my friends
I fear for my parents
I fear for the stranger next
I see their differences
I see their identity
I see much more than a 'Turk'
If only you could give a fuck.