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Ten months, or has it been eleven? They have all been subject to impediment by my infallible buoyancy. Soon I’ll have twelve months underway, dense and saturated as gnats in a stale cup of water, because whenever one goes by, I think it’ll stay on the wagon; now, I’m saying, it will the next time; but that by the end, it won’t fall too far off either; which is also probably true. Historically, there has been some evidence to back up my vague assertion. Honestly, I lost track of what I was on about, but… The gist of it is that I’ll never finish what I’ve started. I’ve been so comfortable with failure, which is ironically due to a lack of conviction in my abilities. Occasionally I do wish my heart was in the right place to mourn the loss of each special little gnat, but I really stopped caring after the first one fell in, because I was gonna throw my drink out by then...! This is a really stupid metaphor. The cops seized my phone, & my biggest concern thus far is not being able to access Flo. God, I love being a superficial airhead. It keeps me anchored.
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:22 AM UTC
Cup Half-Full
Ten months, or has it been eleven? They have all been subject to impediment by my infallible buoyancy. Soon I’ll have twelve months underway, dense and saturated as gnats in a stale cup of water, because whenever one goes by, I think it’ll stay on the wagon; now, I’m saying, it will the next time; but that by the end, it won’t fall too far off either; which is also probably true. Historically, there has been some evidence to back up my vague assertion. Honestly, I lost track of what I was on about, but… The gist of it is that I’ll never finish what I’ve started. I’ve been so comfortable with failure, which is ironically due to a lack of conviction in my abilities. Occasionally I do wish my heart was in the right place to mourn the loss of each special little gnat, but I really stopped caring after the first one fell in, because I was gonna throw my drink out by then...! This is a really stupid metaphor. The cops seized my phone, & my biggest concern thus far is not being able to access Flo. God, I love being a superficial airhead. It keeps me anchored.
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17/F/Singapore
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:22 AM UTC
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