chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

furious flutter awakened hummingbird heart hello hello love

I know. It's shocking to think that the government would try to stick its nose in our ladyparts.

Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.

I just don't see the point in beating myself up. I think it's more productive to concentrate on being a better person right now than punishing myself for who I was in the past.

Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

Because an illusion is an illusion. Reality always exists despite the facade.

The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.

literature is the last banquet between minds.

Well, there was a time when we used to sacrifice goats, but then we all became vegans, so we've been sacrificing tofu before the shows!

Understand who you are and who you want to be, and thereby learn how you may best relate to others.

Today I know that physical training should have as much place in the curriculum as mental training.

A fully functioning employee with a healthy self-image is money in the bank.

Sean Óg ó Hailpín.... his father's from Fermanagh, his mother's from Fiji, neither a hurling stronghold.

Nothing is really beautiful but truth, and truth alone is lovely.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.