dribbles of poetry

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(Don't expect special. I just want to enjoy myself :wink: )

#1

dappled forest floor
lights dance amongst silhouettes -
snatches of poetry
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."

-Spock.


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This isn't even a poem, it's just me on a huge self-pity trip fuelled by sugary tea. :wink:

#2

"You may begin"
A rustling of paper
the tentative first steps of a pen
and the first barely stifled sob
Lines blurring together
whenisthebestequilibriumyieldofammoniaobtained
whateffectdoesthetemperaturehaveonthereactants

words don't look like words any more.

"Ten minutes until the end"
Cue the sound of scratching,
pens flying across paper,
and the panicked breathing
as the walls start to close in.
Flick through the pages,
three ... no, four questions left
pickupthepace, pickupthepace


"Time's up."
Pens are put down, dreams are dropped,
the room breathes again
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."

-Spock.


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This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy