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Anya Jul 2018
Everything is so new,
so much better,
so much more interesting.
I want
to do everything
I want
to try everything
I want
to experience everything
For the time is now;
And I am ready.
Anya Jul 2018
In
I sit there,
with them,
No longer alone
IN
as they chatter
And when she asks me
I nod in agreement;
not really paying attention
A secret smile playing across the corner of my lips
Because I am IN
Anya Jul 2018
If you think about it
Taste
Is simply our mouth’s perception
Of food
A label
Way to identify
The real purpose
Is to be broken down
For fuel, to patch up, to help us grow
Basically construction material
Yet
We put so much emphasis on taste
We identify food with it
We have chefs
We have critics
We have pastry chefs
We have sous chefs
We have so many different varieties, cuisines, etc etc etc
Yet, it’s a whole field, a whole profession, a big deal out of nothing
As we humans are so skilled at doing
Yet,
Is it nothing?
Truly?
If you are a chef or love food and are reading this, nothing against you, I did not mean to offend. I was simply letting out the thoughts in my head, if you have an opinion or input please, comment. And if you have something that changes my perception I totally wouldn’t mind changing the poem.
Anya Jul 2018
Should I
Let myself flow out
As raw and choppy as I am
Or take myself through a stencil
Perfectly shaped
But
No longer
Truly
Me
Anya Jul 2018
I’m short
Not super
But like average
The shortest
Of average
...
It’s still short
Anya Jul 2018
The guy with the rainbow Afro
Till you get to know him
And he becomes
Your best friend
Adam
People are given labels, treated as almost alien creatures till you get to know them.
Anya Jul 2018
Blank canvas
                       Empty
                                 Flat
                                       White
                                                  But,
                                             Potential
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