Poetry

A random Stranger saw me smiling in a cafe and took a picture of me

A nice one at that

For weeks, that Stranger would follow me home at night 

Cards are slapped down,

Hands meet over the pile,

Words that sound like hate from an outside ear,

Sound like love to me.

A flabbergasting victory,

Seldom a sorrow filled loss,

We, 

Humanity, 

Failed; 

We allowed,

All knowledge, 

All language, 

T0 be lost; 

Be better than us, 

Do not follow the dumb, the rich, the bias, 

Familiar is this earthly language, these archives full to the brim. 
It must be how the world got magic, these rhymes of life and limb.

The four gas stations on each of the corners

Hover over the town,

But they don’t define it.

It doesn’t define us,

Neither does the churches

With clipped voices and narrowed eyes.

I fought

I fell

I rose

I broke

I reassembled

Different

But still me

But what is me?

 

I am hurting

I am hopeful

And it's all back

Full-fledged

Only it's... worse?

It's harder?

And I am completely "fine"

And "enjoying myself"

And "fitting in".

I take the homework home

And complete it within half an hour.

how did words once flow

like water

from my mind?

I. The Hare 

The hare can bound and sprint and leap, 

Without much effort, rewards will reap. 

The hare can brag and flaunt and rule, 

It goes like this, as it is the truth,

but we snap our mouths shut as people smile and agree,

Good riddance the crowd says, while we don’t speak a word.

Four more months till the lines of work-

The coding of my life in word form-

Molds into a steel cage.

The cage's walls lined with a maze of puzzles,

Answers tucked between my ears.

Is it a bad idea to cry?

To cry at the sign of light's fleeting moments?

They end as soon as you wipe them away,

fogginess spilling in a soliciting manner over

To solitude's arena.

The matches that burn,