My mind is ''distoreded'' .
You the one that make me smile
when i see your face
i get ''inhoreded''
you make me do things that get my
mind ''precoreded.'' you're the girl
that makes my heart ''xenostoreded''.
You're voice you're face you're smile
you're eyes and lips…
The following is a short poem I had written about Home. The poem describes how the author writes in the viewpoint of a young child stuck in a war and is missing her home. Don't expect it to be perfect as I'm only 17 yrs old.
Many look at "I think therefore I am" with interest but just move on to other work. But to move on without building a foundation in which philosophers can fall back to is a disgrace, and will only lead to trouble as society continues to pile layers and layers of…