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you belong to symmetry,
to the age-old art
of losing yourself
in patterns so vast
they surpass every doubt
in the universe.
when your truth took shape,
it was a bubbling heat coagulating
into solid coils of steel.
(it sealed up the fear in your skin,
like scabs,
but it's an itch you can't scratch
if you want your new reality
to stay intact.)
you belong to symmetry,
to the endless spirals
of sameness,
of loyalty
and trust -
of never asking
a single question
ever again.
to the age-old art
of losing yourself
in patterns so vast
they surpass every doubt
in the universe.
when your truth took shape,
it was a bubbling heat coagulating
into solid coils of steel.
(it sealed up the fear in your skin,
like scabs,
but it's an itch you can't scratch
if you want your new reality
to stay intact.)
you belong to symmetry,
to the endless spirals
of sameness,
of loyalty
and trust -
of never asking
a single question
ever again.
Literature
nodus tollens
the rules of the bed are very simple
- you are given a body and a window.
everything is made difficult
- but you get participation prizes.
the aim is to find yourself
- hint: look between your fingers.
Literature
Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
Literature
waterproof
sea foam regrets
wash this lacerated heart
with saline baptisms
of undying love
(and etch their
wretched revelations
on mausoleum walls).
your ancient ruins
still stand undefeated
by impudent waves
(like overexposed
polaroids showcased in
empty exhibitions).
and it's futile
exorcising
my heart of
your remnants
(because all
graveyards need
ghosts to
haunt them).
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A lot of people are very set in their beliefs, so much that they dismiss any evidence or facts that go against them. I wanted to explore that mindset in this poem, to make sense of it for myself.
I value curiousity and challenging my own, sometimes outdated opinions by taking in the perspectives of other people. But that also means living with some amount of uncertainty, and a willingness to admit you've been wrong. And that last part can sting a little bit, sometimes. So I guess I can see why it can be easier to cling to a certan worldview, even if it ends up limiting you in the end.
Tell me what you think in the comments!
I value curiousity and challenging my own, sometimes outdated opinions by taking in the perspectives of other people. But that also means living with some amount of uncertainty, and a willingness to admit you've been wrong. And that last part can sting a little bit, sometimes. So I guess I can see why it can be easier to cling to a certan worldview, even if it ends up limiting you in the end.
Tell me what you think in the comments!
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It was really interesting to me to read your description. To me, the poem was about falling in love, but I suppose that's because I have recently...but I guess maybe that points out that sometimes people are really close-minded, because, in a way they are in love with their ideas.