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Somebody once handed me a flyer.

It read 

“YOU EXIST”

 

The aftertaste of such an idea

lasted long beyond the introduction

 

Existence.

A vibrating silhouette of an idea

that can shred my mind to pieces and

expose me from the inside out

like a orange stripped of its skin

 

To split the pole

around the idea of being?

thinly slicing it

into dissected digestible bites

 

I think therefore I think, no?

All is as it was

And to ponder is to torment

 

But in reality

 

I am no more a possession of myself

Than I am a creation of yours

and those around me

Thrown together in a careless conglomeration

hoping I turn out exactly as planned

 

Debate with me, I beg you

Find the holes in my words

And through them find who I really am

Please

 

For in this instance I am evergreen...

And for every inch I grow

I remain the same

 

and If a tree falls in the forest

Who cares if it makes a sound?

Will I even make a sound?

 

Let’s speak together

In riddles and truths

Secrets and false promises

Meant to be kept

 

I am I

But only as much as

He is she and

You are we

And they are what we ought not to be

 

I want to influence the world

put it atop my shoulders 

and shrug off the pain

Atlas of a new and changing world

 

These have been long nights

but not for nought

as I dwindle away

I leave nothing but my words on paper

and the lives I have changed

 

Throw my mind into a blender and

See me for the first time

It is there that I flourish

In the madness

Of spinning blades

I am I

But only as much as

 

This is me...

But everything ever said is worth questioning.

 

Comments

RebeccaYSPerez

My two favorite lines in your piece would have to be "The aftertaste of such an idea lasted long beyond the introduction," and "But everything ever said is worth questioning." Those two lines themselves pack so much power into them and really speak on so many things. They pack a punch and make the readers realize some of the things they do and make the question the things they do as well. Another thing I thoroughly enjoyed in your poem was the hints of Old English in your words. This poem was great, thank you so much for sharing it.

Rebecca

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