When This Hand Writes: If The World Ends Tomorrow

On this page, I will explore creative writing through poetry

What We Crave
Every Last Coal
If The World Ends Tomorrow
The Shampoo Conspiracy

W H A T  W E  C R A V E

We crave for what we do not have

Gold, adventure, strangers in masks

With all our lusting, we’ve lost sight

Of what’s before us, shining bright

One man’s hunger watered his mouth

Led him into the deepest South

Will we return or venture forth?

Your kingdom awaits, just up North

E V E R Y  L A S T  C O A L

My anger comes and then it goes

The longings of my soul it knows

Once it secured itself to me

I lost myself; I fell asleep

This happened, oh, some great time ago

And I welcomed it, I said, “Hello”

I could be deaf or something much worse

For when it speaks, there comes such a curse

And then my world turns upside down

All that I love cannot be found

Yes, maybe deaf or even dumb

I built it a home filled with crumbs

I’m desperate to severe it from my soul

All of it, completely... every last coal

And should it leave scars, that’ll be just fine

At least then I’ll be rid of the foul swine!

If I fail to never see what it truly is

I may just forget that I had seen the abyss

It had taken me there once and told me some lies

And I believed what it said, to my sad surprise

But not any longer, it stops today!

For I cannot afford to walk that way

One thing is sure: I’m destined to be free!

From anger’s lies, both to and about me

I F  T H E  W O R L D  E N D S  T O M O R R O W

If the world ends tomorrow

Will you have done all you could?

Will you have said all you should?

Will you have loved?

If the world ends tomorrow

What will have been your history?

Will you have discovered the mystery?

Will your passion be intact?

If the world ends tomorrow

Will it all have been worth it?

Will your time have had its moments?

Will your memories be noble?

If the world ends tomorrow

What will you leave behind?

Will you seek to press rewind?

Will you be fulfilled?

If the world ends tomorrow

What if another awaits?

What if there’s more at stake?

Will you be surprised?

If the world does not end tomorrow

Does that mean it never will?

Should we go on living merrily, still?

The answer is no

T H E  S H A M P O O  C O N S P I R A C Y

I don’t quite understand this game

Of shampoo and conditioner, and then more of the same

Put the poo in your hair and then let it abound

It should cover all, not just your crown!

Some buy all sorts treatments and cures

But isn’t it funny that they never endure?

And if that’s you, something may be wrong

I’m as clean as a whistle and have been all along

But all I do is use shampoo

A little here, a little there and I’m just like new

So instead of these words, maybe I’ll sell this stuff

That’s what they do and you never have enough!

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