go baaw-ck
i used to think my poetry was shit. now i have a lot more understanding of art as a medium for self expression/self exploration and i realized that there is no such thing as a bad poem. so have some poetry
i found this poem circa 2021 from a compilation of a bunch of notes app poetry (meaning i wrote them on my phone.) i am particularly taken with this passage. i even recorded myself singing it as lyrics with my ukulele. if you know anything about me, i hope the passage can speak for itself, or that you can relate to it in some way.
“Don’t mind me” is my
Hail Mary, whispered
With the practiced cadence
Of a compulsive sinner
Because all I wish when I meet an understanding gaze
Is to fold my skin and bones
Neat, into little squares
And tuck them away onto a shelf
Where my only worries will be dust
Where my only worries will be Time’s gentle, unrelenting caress,
Stripping me away from myself
Bit by bit
“Do not bother me” I whisper to me
“Do not demand things of me that I cannot give to you,
do not offer love that cannot be reciprocated”
As if I was an ouruborus
As if all of my efforts to exist as needed
Will end up as fine pulp
"So, you’ve decided to trust the architecture"
So you’ve decided to trust the architecture
So you’ve decided to hinge your sanity on certain flimsy circumstances mistakenly conceived as constants
So you’ve hung your values on hooks of whimsy and romance
So you’ve rested your eggs in fraying baskets weaved from shaky ideals
So you’ve curled yourself above dying grass thirsting for inalienable truths
So you’ve decided that this was all a good idea
So, you’ve decided to trust the architecture