Poetry

I hear the laughter.

It echos.

It’s filled with happiness.

It’s filled with a happiness that goes beyond words.

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn grey...

I watch as the rain starts to fall...

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance...

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away...

And yet...I feel safe not scared...

We built a superman.

In our heads, we built a superman.

Clipped by a speeding bullet,

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first

I am forever chained to technology.

Everyday I put on technology that will allow me to hear “normally.” 

I will always have to put something in my ear to hear at human standards.

When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.

As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.

When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again.

i hate the sunset tonight,

i usually enjoy sunsets,

sitting on the roof,

with the wind blowing up my hair,

craning my neck up to the sweet sky,

swirls of gold.

it really is beautiful.

but tonight,

though honorable and necessary,

i fail to recognize the emotion and fervor within technology and maths.

of course, it is possible one feels emotional and passionate for those pursuits,

You came to me in a dream last night, as curious and full of life as the day I met you on the playground. 

It was the first week of preschool and I had no friends, mostly because I chose not to.

I wake up and I’m suffocated by the love shoved down my throat.

Every inch of me feels no more than a piece of meat.

I am, in everyone’s eyes, insignificant in comparison to my owner,

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” 
— Friedrich Nietzsche

I saw someone

In the airport. 

Pound the pork until thin and tender.

Coat the pork in floury splendour.

Engulf the pork in an egg mixture as they do in Speyer(Spai-ur).