Declarations
Are supported
By nothing
But the vocal patterns
Of solidarity's
Sole believers.
I'm in love and
I know I am
Because I smile
Every time I shower.
Perceptions are similar
To that of the gnat:
Buzzing;
Incessant;
And somewhat believable.
Love asked me the time,
And I told them -
What's it matter?
We see one another's
Eyes
Yet,
When we glance or
Flick
A stare toward ourselves,
We are faced
Affronted
Cornered into facing
Not just our physical
But our everything.
I worry about dinner,
Then dessert.
Yogurt instead of ice cream?
*I'm a hunter gatherer
Hoarding anxiety, self-loathing, and shame*
Then I remember all of the Earth's
Continents will be under water
2040.
I buy Rocky Road - extra rock, extra road.
A reflection is not worth
A thousand words,
But an infinite mirror
Of accomplishments,
Regrets,
Successes, and
Failures.
The mirror is a mirror
As well as a beginning
Of facing
Whatever the hell you are now
And whatever the hell
You maybe want to be, if better.
I like to make sure
She's breathing.
I put my open palm on her navel,
Or her lower back; feel the breath.
Sometimes I wonder, I fear,
What I would do, would be, turn into,
If there was no rise or
Fall.
Deconstruction
Is a means
To rebirth.
Tactics of repression.
Maneuvers
Of
Being human
In
An inhumane world.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
Declarations
Are supported
By nothing
But the vocal patterns
Of solidarity's
Sole believers.
I'm in love and
I know I am
Because I smile
Every time I shower.
Perceptions are similar
To that of the gnat:
Buzzing;
Incessant;
And somewhat believable.
Love asked me the time,
And I told them -
What's it matter?
We see one another's
Eyes
Yet,
When we glance or
Flick
A stare toward ourselves,
We are faced
Affronted
Cornered into facing
Not just our physical
But our everything.
I worry about dinner,
Then dessert.
Yogurt instead of ice cream?
*I'm a hunter gatherer
Hoarding anxiety, self-loathing, and shame*
Then I remember all of the Earth's
Continents will be under water
2040.
I buy Rocky Road - extra rock, extra road.
A reflection is not worth
A thousand words,
But an infinite mirror
Of accomplishments,
Regrets,
Successes, and
Failures.
The mirror is a mirror
As well as a beginning
Of facing
Whatever the hell you are now
And whatever the hell
You maybe want to be, if better.
I like to make sure
She's breathing.
I put my open palm on her navel,
Or her lower back; feel the breath.
Sometimes I wonder, I fear,
What I would do, would be, turn into,
If there was no rise or
Fall.
Deconstruction
Is a means
To rebirth.
Tactics of repression.
Maneuvers
Of
Being human
In
An inhumane world.