The best poem I ever wrote; A city in parts.

by Jamparnell   Feb 22, 2014


The following is art.
The following is the hardest part.
#hypnosis
#hipster
#anexampleofpie

Sometimes I think that the more I learn about the world, the more I can change in it.

Other times I wonder if ignorance is key to immortality.

Still... I come to the conclusion that thinking a thought is far from scientific and so I save the idea for another day, life, or year.

The more I think, the less I know.
The more I change, the less I grow.
The less I stray, the more turns gray.
The more I wonder the less I want.
The more I pray I may have my day.
Hears the lesson let ears be taught.

Part one: forest rhymes with city.

Lessen the key, break the lock.

Set scene; forestry.
Like a dog in the fog on a log I encountered.
"I have my ways" in a voice that I pondered.
"A road yet wandered, is kept in heart." Said a voice on yonder.
Cheek roses.
Chill dusk.
"To be fair; (I replied in a civil new tongue.) A hair unkempt, is stray, in part."
The dusk settles.

Inept new learning styles to teach kids~
Grass changes.
Dew rises leaving Seattle in a smokey haze.
A part in half.
North, staff, remember.
~set guns to phase.

Behalf of setting the scene of Charlie's untimely demise I will now take you to the world he called home for an unmarked amount of...
Electric May
[was the name of the foggy day where the confused man chose his path in his-]
*dollars turn to*
~this is just a phase
My mind's own whistles.
~is that even a phrase?
*garden*

[train station]
Is this all a dream?
#clay mation
Science-tag.
Theory? Fickle.
"Get out DA way."
{Said the man in an overcoat that was dressed like a pickle in a displaying emotional fashion.}
"My soul's new crystals.
*woman twelve o'clock"

Part two: crystal rhymes with missile.
-set around Christmas time where man finds for the first time he is dying.
[He stands tall.]

"It's all okay."
*Clumsy wind tickles.
>October dreams.<
<Move so fast.>
*Coal burns nickel.*
Seasons loss, soon to pass.
Eccentric quarter.
Fall (wiggle) down well.
Never fickle.
Never can tell.
Restless.
*Meanwhile twelve turns to one.*

"Better out than in I always say"
-shock, wobble, Spock and a movie reference.

Part two of one half.
If I die today.
Tomorrow revived.
If the machine unkempt,
I stay alive.
Checklists.
Life...

(Box)Insanity,
(Square)clarity,
(Check it)equilibrium.

Heart breath for a second or a millisecond more. Fire burns inside so I'm knocking down the door. Witches stay alive so we nail them to the floor.
Bored?
Civil unrest.
Always wanting more.
Super protest.
Poor Saint Nick.
Antics protect.
One.
Indecent holler.
Blue stands for
Tolerance.
Gun.
Pie.
Iron meet the ants.
Hollow for sure.
"Miss?"
The true floor now chants.
Forever unsure.
"Behind your eyes you (never) seem to rest.
I'll find the gleam men cannot test.
Meaning I'll find you when the stars are cheating.
I'll lose the road.
I'll burn the start.
Fire to Spider-Man.
Our web's apart."
Reckless.
Smart.
Wise or witty.

Tell me oh reader...
What rhymes with city?
#Spock
#winning
Fun.
Pity.
Pun?

[A CITY.!]
|In parts.............................
[-By Jacob Parnell].

End of
Story__________________________________

So here's a question to anyone who ENJOYED it.
To think or to know?
I beg the question.

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