January 29, 2010
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Call me alive
Call me altruistic
Call me artistic


Call me different

Call me edgy
Call me distant

Call me erratic
Call me detached

Call me eccentric

But at midnight


No expectations,
No estimations,
No limitations;
No straight lines,
No measurements,
No calculations;
Nothing to bar or bare the way
Nothing to plan or hope or seek
Nothing to do but wait for morning -

Who am I?

Who am I?
Who am I?

Am I these things

One of those masks of generic

Stereotypical prototypes

Never finished

Never right

Every experiment

Moving closer

To the perfect


Who am I at midnight?

Can’t read grade point averages
Too-small print
In Times New Roman font
On legal-size paper
The same colour
As crumbled eggshells
In the sink

Can’t see my reflection
In the full length mirror
I hate so much
Yet can’t tear my eyes from
In the morning getting dressed
Or just about every other time
I walk by

Can’t hear the echo
Of words spoken aloud in the dark
Secrets, lies, hopes, and wishes,
Love and lust
Bridges burned
Castles built
For white knights
…Or maybe just dragonflies


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ShmoneD said...
Jan. 10, 2013 at 2:05 pm
I have read all of your writing and it is amazing. I love the way you write. Please never give up and continue to write for the world.
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