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Powerpoint

Good morning. I have to go to the bathroom. Instead I am writing this post. Look at how I bleed for my art. Today I’ve got a little something that’ll make you feel a familiar feeling in a foreign fashion. Alliteration. Dunno if you guys know, but I’m kind of a writer. I crack myself up. Please enjoy today, all! I’m happy with how this turned out.

Projections

Losing my cool

Unravelling the spool

Burning the thread

All the gold’s been turned to lead

Always another, Always another

To tell you nothing of the ones we have

Hardware, hard wear

Your bicycle tire’s got a tear

“I’d love to help,” I lie

All I want is for this to not be happening

I wish that you I had not spied

I want to go home and laugh and sing

But home is gone and I am alone

I need to leave.

I need to go.

I need to run and hide from you and me and everything else

To be in Plato’s cave where all is safe and far away

Better to live in shadow

Than being sad, no?

My heart shatters like so many mirrors

Reflecting you and all the others

Too many pieces and not enough tape

Peering Inside or Out?

The second of my two poems today, this will hopefully make you think a little more on that previous point: When you look within yourself, where are you really looking? Self-study is a never-ending pursuit. I find what I struggle with the most is trying to find out which parts of myself are me or just reactionary because sometimes your nature is nurture and both can be wrong. Doubt yourself to find yourself (with confidence).

Refraction

it’s hard

it’s hard

so hard

to gaze down upon you and see so stuck within you, that shard

it’s glass

a mirror

it’s only, if only, slightly queerer

the fact you do not know, how this came to pass

the mirror

that mirror

formerly so much clearer

now broken forth into a thousand shards and pieces of glass

you look into the broken shard, protruding from your torso

spotting your reflection, now curious even moreso

how did i come to have this shard of glass so roughly cleft betwixt my breast

my best

i thought i’d passed the test

not so, dear friend 

but knowing you, it’s not the end

so must you now, choose to tend

to that rift within your chest

fatal flaw, bereft of jest

so tell me now

whilst you have your tea

by no avow

what do you see?