GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated! |
6-20-17 ![]() It's not for me to say; seeing is only one-fifth the experience. If that's what you'll hold me to, know that your thought's incomplete at best, but clearly not enough also to take into consideration that I may not be who you claim me to be; the result of calculations filled with variables assumed isn't checked against any mirror or image and cannot be trusted as fact. Just because you see it, doesn't make me any more or less me. |
6-20-17 ![]() You see language rearranging right in front of you. It sounds purple and clandestine, like the castle it came from under your own breath. Never too puzzled to search; never content to believe. Every side has changing sides and your job isn't to alphabetize them, but catalog their features...like I note yours each night before sleep takes me over and farther away from you. Color my eyes with your lungs. Fill me with danger should I not feel. Take me to where you see me, so I may rest upon the tops of your cheeks and be all my visions animated through your softness. Turn me into a perfect clear. |
6-20-17 ![]() The torque of perception is the common denominator. Nothing needs to be true to be believed. Traffic in the present, using the past as currency toward a future you think you're creating, and don't let doubt blindside you. Avoid breathing sepia. Call your shots in full-time technicolor vistas or become another sidewalk statue we wonder why we admire. The starting points look so similar, but the results are trivia answers no one seems to know the questions to so we fabricate facts thinking no one's the wiser if we're all subplots in everyone else's looking-glass conspiracies. |