The Planet Earth Fruit

The Planet Earth Fruit short poem

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The world is a nasty-looking fruit,
With a skin made of TV screens,
Of omnipotent mouths spitting out hate.
Through your ears and eyes, they always creep in.

But there’s a way to survive,
a way to tread evil’s waters.
Join forces in happiness,
Make many sparks one.

Be a gear in that big happiness machine,
Which drives the chain, turns the wheels.
Make yourself tick. Sing. Laugh.
Create or destroy, just for the sake of it.

Arm in arm, be chain of smiles.
Be the yin to the yang,
The light to the dark
Be your own reason to live, the why.

The world is a nasty-looking fruit,
But peel back the sad skin,
and you won’t regret tasting
The however-you-like-it smell of contentment.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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