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A poem about writing via my own sense of being, logic and emotion |
Two Words by Keaton Foster These hands This man That person A child As one Same difference Born alive Raised deprived Stuck between I’m here Nowhere else Nothing more Two words In addition None less I’ll guess I’m wrong Not right I might I’ll fight Me myself And I Making sense Not much Almost never People say Often exclaim He’s crazy Somehow lazy Boring mantras Infernal logic Crying wolf No truth These tales How could What should This child Turned boy Made man A scam No one Not one Livable life Could be Has been So bad Telling words Spreading ideas In between This person This monster Does reside Blatant realities Exercised dualities Filling pages Leaving behind Feelings expressed Heavy stones Sunken depths No regrets Much less Making sense Simple request I’ll try I’ll live Then die These words Eternal flowers Planted deep So high Quite low Indeed grow Beyond me Beyond us Escapism thus All truth Nor lies Two words Everything is Nothing not A man A child A person Made wild A creature Less features Darkness inside Blackness outside Simple words Complicated weapons Dueling intentions Listen here Quite clear Apropos really I’ve known Clearly understood Two words Nothing more Little less Live life Die trying Wordily weapons Wisely inflicted… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2021 |