Aren’t Short Posts What You Want? | Philosophy

‘What shall I write about today?’ is the question I ask myself when I wake. To get up content for you all, I need to write. And write in every corner of time I have. But what I ask myself is what I should write about. What would you like to read? Something long or short?

The Philosophy Of Reading

I am reading a book at the moment called Sophie’s World (I highly recommend you read it). It, however, has very small fonts. This is why it is taking me so long to read it. Because every page has a more than average amount of words. It isn’t hard for me to see the little fonts, just time-consuming instead.

I finished a book in less than a week called Optimists Die First (that’s a brilliant book I should really review). It was a small book with large letters. Therefore the font stood out to me and it was easy to read half of it in a day. It was also one of those books you can’t put down, but so is Sophie’s World so I’m using equally good books.

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Yellow: Happy: Ingredients To Living:

Now, you guys like my poems. They can be long, or short. But they flow. So you just keep reading until the end and leave a like. My big, old, jumbled rambles seem to be less popular with the audience. That’s because they go on forever about random things.

My long philosophy posts have a big divider. You either love it, hate it, or can’t be bothered to read it. Haha, but that’s okay, because I never get around to reading looooonnnnggg posts either.

So, in context, we will only read (or stay to the end) of a short post. That’s why I didn’t make this too long!

Tell me what posts you would like in the future. All the best,

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Sadness Is A Fairytale | Poem

Once upon a time,

In a faraway land,

Her face had no kind,

His hate had no hand.

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To build up the tension,

In the mountain nearly climed,

Her smile had detention,

His sad had been mimed.

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The dilemmna to be commenced,

In the centre of make,

Her legs were offenced,

His mind was a bake.

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The conclusion was that,

In the large of a palace,

Her arms were a bat,

His kind was of malace.

And they all lived happily ever after,

Isn’t that how it is meant to end?

To The Long Future Ahead | Superwoman

To The Future!

In the UK, many of us broke up from school for summer break just yesterday. It was a very emotional last day. I’m not moving schools but my favourite teacher has been lead to pasture’s new. I don’t blame her for leaving though, and if you’re reading, thank you. I have a poem for you:

If you’re reading this,

I think you know,

That you’re the one,

To let creativity show.

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If you’re liking this,

I think you need,

To know that you,

Cured us from greed.

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I Have No Mind Of My Own

You know I really have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t really want to write right now. I just want to rest myself and get back with something new that no-one would find boring. Sadly, I’m not great at that.

Even these words as I read them again seem to make no sense. What is this post? Do you understand it?

I will hopefully have some good posts up next week! School’s out so I have a heap of time on my hands.

I’ll see you then (whenever then is). Please leave some post suggestions below!

The Universe Is A Lie | Poem and Reasoning

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

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