Beginnings One finishes and another begins Life works in this cycle The seed itself must die First the coat and then the pith Consumed by a growing sprout A baby chick nibbles away at the yoke The shell

Do you know what Will Could Should Would Happen If Coders and Holders both Worked together toward a common goal Instead of selfish gain and thought control These are not just rambling meanderings Or meandering

Drained, like a skelton in the Arabian desert. But some how my enthusiasm throttles like a virgin Lambo, ready to roar down the highway towards Burj Khalifa. The Marathon juices have kicked in, I no longer

Delightful, meaningless nonsense for the reading pleasure of the English speaker. Source The lesser of two weevils Is frightened in his den. What he suspects is foul play; The culprit is the hen. My bicycle’s

Down a Green corridor I hear voices I never heard before. Echoes shout from decades passed. There Billy lost his shoe. There Jenny slipped down the banister She had stitches a few. ooooooooo Down a Green

What goes up must come down? That's a lot of nonsense. As long as you are out of the earth's gravity those rules don't apply. The discount days are numbered. We will all be bouncing off the moon because

Do you want to hear about a Quantum simulator? How about orange juice? One of Richard Feynman’s dream was to visit Tuva. He wanted to hear the Tuvan throat singers in person. Although he was a renowned

Inspired by the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5-7. Do unto me as I do unto you No wisdom here it is just what we do Do unto you as you do unto me No insight here it is just what we see Bread upon waters

Embrace it, don't race it They are trying to erase it The infinite wisdom inside you They chase it Face it We're feeding the system that is feeding us fear Why do you think you hear this in your ear? Why

Never came here to rest Been doing my best since the start I think it's a test for my heart Beginnings and endings Together they warp To get her like art But she doesn't know who is Bart I bet she still

I'm here to break up your lonely Make you miserably wanted Ruin your blue disable your defenses open up your doors into your world of no vacancy let me in to change your mood I'll make everything seem

The Path Of A Poem A poem unfolds, one stanza at a time peeling away wrappings like the components in a machine, taken apart for careful inspection Slowly, at the insides we peek, instead of intestines

Hello steemians, Time for amebo (clears throat). So today was really rough for me, my Monday did not exactly go as planned and my today is so gloomy that all i want to do is binge on chocolates! But you

Okay i am back again with a little silliness up my sleeves. I just imagined myself kissing another female (my imaginations could be annoyingly wild atimes), and yes i know "lesbianism" has a

Even though i still dont believe that i would finish this challenge, i keep doing it. Maybe we would pop a bottle together if i finish this. Thank you for all your support since day one, you guys are the