We were on the beach,
Catching birds
With broken lenses.
I couldn't think,
Light rain moved you;
But I couldn't trust my senses,
Screaming.
Crying.
Reminding everybody
Of everything wrong in the world.
"We don't want to see you."
So they say,
"The anonymous they."
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
We were on the beach,
Catching birds
With broken lenses.
I couldn't think,
Light rain moved you;
But I couldn't trust my senses,
Screaming.
Crying.
Reminding everybody
Of everything wrong in the world.
"We don't want to see you."
So they say,
"The anonymous they."
This is an old poem I posted on a Craigslist personal months ago, some ******** always flagging my posts, I was on the beach trying to read and people were harassing me, if the poem seems or appears to be mine and with no psychic or government watermarks, ill post them, I don't mind external influences, e.g. environment or experiences, as long as they occur naturally, but some weirdos are always trying to objectify me and turn me into some sort of type writer or pen or something, artists and their egos, some coattail riding loser that wants to be put out of their misery
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