A Piece of P.M. Poetry

A Piece of P.M. Poetry includes those nights when true emotion comes out and you remember all that you left behind while staring lifelessly at your phone watching videos of dogs touching snow for the first time. My favorite poem would include a poem I call "I asked the Universe", I would classify it as a parody of deep poetry. Everything within the poem follows the way Philosophers create questions we, as humans, are not equipped to answer. In fact the poem takes a turn for the worse, that questions don't matter when you are dead.

I asked the Universe why it exists

It responded why do you want to know.

I told it that it’s a big dilemma down here.

Now why would you spend your time figuring that out

It rebutted, with a puzzled look in the stars.

Why are you so negative, Universe. I called out.

It said when you watch lives come and go,

Talking of Michelangelo.

Devoting their whole lives

To finding someone,

When youre right in front of them.

You get lonely.

When you know billions of brilliant minds

Yet they don’t have a clue

What’s in store for them.

They watch you do simple tricks, like you’re a god,

You get lonely.

Well I’ll be here for you Universe! I said

Packing my clothes to spend eternity with my best friend.

It signed and said with a pained expression,

Why must all humans mettle where they do not belong?

I guess that’s what makes you great.

You mettle where you shouldn’t,

You die from reckless things,

You will only wilt like the billions of flowers of my lifetime.

I feel it’s sweet embrace,

Pressing me into the soft ground.

What I learned from the Universe.

What I learned from my best friend is,

That you can’t have friends six feet under.

No matter how hard you plead

No matter how much you love them.

You’re gone.