godisthyname

Trifles.
Light as air.
Little things that matter little to little people.
But they matter to us.
Do we not matter?
The many layers, as of our minds speak to us.
Call to us.
Trifles are but trifles, they say.
We will show them the importance of trifles.
We will show them.
They will see.

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My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

To_be'or not'to_be

This peom arises a very serious issue. After all don't trifles feel pain or emotion? This poem goes further to show how ignorant the human race.
This poem is both inspirational and speaks straight from the heart.

godisthyname

yes i think the shakespearian reference went down well

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My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!