Poem Book

On Entropy.

1.
Entropy.

What does that word mean?
What does it mean to me?
Why does it matter?
Why do I think about it all of the time?

What am I afraid of?
Why am I afraid of it?

2.
The End.

The above questions explain what I think of on a day-to-day basis;
Constant overthinking, constant bombardment of my senses.
But why do I think such things? Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something missing? What am I waiting to happen?

I can never express what this feels like in its fullest and purest form,
So I ignore it. I lock it up in my head for no one to see nor hear.

3.
The Cliffs of Dover.

I wish to see the great chalk wall that portrays my thoughts so clearly,
I want to climb upon the dusty surface and pierce it with a metal tool;
But better yet is to just see and feel the great powdery being
That I yet to have met so nearly, but etched in my mind; my greeting so cheery.

I ponder at the great hours of the moon to meet my purpose.
I lose countless hours of sleep to find what might be me on those walls.
The weathering away of the chalk and sand against the bay,
Leads me to the fading and utter fleeting of life out of my slipping grasp.

"But everything must be hopeful!
Every problem will release!"
But I can't shake this feeling;
This wave crashing over me.

They say that "your problems won't get better if you remove yourself with ease."
Yet I don't feel it will, if I keep staying on these seas.

I get motion sickness easily, so don't come rocking my raft.
Because many things have beauty, but only the toughest ones last.

4.
Higher Up on the Mountain.

The views from above the clouds are stunningly clear and beautiful!
The vast greys, greens, and blues soften my perception and fear.
To have a grand feast there, would be splendid!
Oh my, oh my, but the edge is so near!

The scattered rocks upon the heaven's edge
Bring great appeal amongst the climbers and men.

5.
Sensory Deprivation.

To see so many breathtaking scenes in a short time blinds one,
So we must go back to minimalistic things when the day folds over.

The same goes for the opposite; needing colorful objects and thoughts when
Life becomes dull and bland; a set piece for The Cliffs of Dover.

6.
Pet Peeves

To put this simply,
I hate fast movement.
I hate the way things
Scurry across floors.

To put this kindly,
I hate eating sounds.
I hate the way mouths
Loudly open and close.

To put this lightly,
I hate your egos.
Just keep yourself to
Yourself and shut up.

To put this neatly,
I hate dirty homes.
Just clean up after
Yourselves and keep up.

7.
The Hard Part of Things.