I wrote for the fun, now I write for the meaning. I just gave you the meaning! by Mitchell Grose (Psuedonym of Joseph Liu)

Person Sees Themself The person reflects everything this person did. Everything the person did, everything the person did not. Everything the person felt for each one, and for the ones the person did not do. A person stands in front a mirror. The person feels… You can decide!

Leaving It Once upon a time, you were able to do something. Or you wanted to do that something. But then you needed to do something else, and you leave it for another time. And it laid in your head of your desire for a while. When you finished that something else, another something else needs to be done, and your first would need to be ignored. It went around and around for years, and you may matured.

We want a sky cloud. They’re only up there. It is not hard to get one. Let’s see. Oh, there’s no cloud. Just one, blue, sky. There is nothing to catch. How sad, we have to wait until tomorrow. Into bed. Zzzzzzz. We want a sky cloud. They’re only up there. It is not hard to get one. Let’s see. Oh, there is some cloud. Fluffy, white clouds in the sky.

Anymore to go? Yes! Build up a tower! Anymore to go? Yes! Bite into a tube! Anymore to go? Yes! Slide down! Anymore to go? Yes! Eat your food! Anymore to go? Yes! Push your cart! Anymore to go? Yes! Find a doll! Anymore to go? Yes! What is 1 + 1? Anymore to go? Yes! Don’t stop! But I need to! It’s too much for me! OK! Someone take over!

Show your hand, put it up. Is it closed? Bring out your thumb. Your index. Middle. Ring. Small. It’s your hand. What is it? Stick it on a floor, blow on it. See it sway. Your flower. Put it between your nose and mouth. A suckling pentapus. Bring it low. Shiver it. Your beard. Stick it high, see it twinkle. Your star. Then, close it. It’s dying. Dimming. BOOM!

The tea once upon a time travelled all the way from tropical places where it grew. The tea only grew when it was at the sun, and the damp, sweaty humidity. One day, a person came to the tea leaf and plucked it off. Where would it go? The caretaker tossed it into the box, and then the crane pulled it into the boat. And the boat sailed to the destination.

Minded Minded, not everyone thinks like you. They all have different mindset to you. The things you think, the things you do, everyone is not the same. The life needs you to stick with each other, and combine yours with theirs. One is not two, one is OK, but two on one brings you on. Two, to more, to the different mindsets you had not thought of before. One mind, is dull, no one thinks like you.

And We’re Together Molly introduced me to a new person. She said, “New friend, Jamie!” One look at Jamie, and I did not like him. He look fatigued and seem to sweat a lot. I said, "He's weird!" Molly replied, "He's not! I think we're together!" And I could not believe that my friend, Molly, preferred Jamie than me. Then, Jamie spoke: “We’ve known each other a long time, and we though you knew that.

Hurt Touch something, it hurts! Your hand hurts! Your head hurts! Your feelings hurt! You are hurt! Ambition for Youngsters What do you want to be? Uhhhhh…. uhhhhh…. I don’t know…. A doctor? I guess so…. Why? Something to do…. Can you work hard? Maybe… What do you want? I want to sleep… Is that it? Yeah… Hmmmm… Beat to the Day Beat to, beat to, beat to the day.

My first poem under the psuedonym and main character in a story series: Mitcham Gross My heart is a soul I cannot live without. My brain is an organ I cannot do without. My heart is why I am here today. My brain is why I am feeling today. My heart is the love where I feel with someone else. My brain is the computer to think about someone else.