Poetry attempts.

I wrote a few goofy poems today during school and at home. I'm sure the idea's of the poems will change when I write more, but check out what I've got so far:

"Copernicus"
Why is it men are made fun of for knowing?
Don't you see that ignorance is growing?

Their idea's shunned, reputations done,
Sad, lonely, and considered phony.

Exorcised, demoralized, humiliated for fun.

Why, back then, were they outcasts and had their homes razed,
when now, my friend, their idea's are taught and praised?

If you don't know Copernicus' story you probably won't get it.
He was a great astrologist and people rejected his ideas like, the Earth revolved around the Sun, not the other way around.
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Whatever happened to the "Individual"?
They try to fit in with groups, some men change.
They toss their best friend out, their clothes, personality and morals.
To use the same personae the "group" uses.
Why did he have to change for them?
Doesn't he see they should like him for who he is,
and not something he pretends to be?
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The old man quivers to see his grandchildren wither.
They're fragile, weak, uneducated, meek.
The old man remembers stories from back home when,
there men were actually brave.
Fighting for what's right, keeping culture in tight.
Now looking at his grandchildren to see how the traditions have passed.
They know nothing except for what they see on TV.
It's sad to see how easily a people with a great history have faded black.
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This is for the kid who could just never fit in,
No one was like him nor did they like him.
His life was miserable, lonely, and different.
He was amazing at schoolwork, could have changed the world.
But instead, killed himself and others because he couldn't fit in with the world.
While they're all crying on TV in front of the school,
they knew this wouldn't have happened if they hadn't treated him like a fool...
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Here was a random thing I was writing afterwards about "Me and movies" and came up with something in a reflection.

Lucidly dreaming love movies. I'm probably too passionate...(Here comes the huge thought spur) That could be why I'm so different! The ideas of these movies are too unrealistic and that's how I feel about life too, unrealisticly. When, in fact, I'm not at all. Interesting... How can I change? Be more realistic(eh), never expect things to go "my way". Because with prior experience, it doesn't, it never has. Be more free, comfortable with myself. I can never fully know myself, "if I did I would run away." It's hard to mean what you think, it's probably the hardest thing I can do. Well, If I think it's hard it will be mentally harder than it really is, so I don't know.

Writing a few times a day keeps the doctor away.