Hi there, I am confused today.
When I'm confused, my thoughts tend to be a lot more fragmented than usual.
Sometimes, I write my own incoherence down and occasionally I call it poetry.
These two, I wrote on a 45 minute journey home just now, and thus, are unpolished - please do pardon them.
Newland Archer
We talked in class today
About the vast blue seas, the moving ships.
Juxtaposed.
Against stagnation, inaction.
Passive.
I laughed when someone said "he's silly"
Silly, oh that silly, little thing.
Waiting for the ship to pass,
Yet hoping for the shadow -
To turn.
Warm hues, shades of yellow,
Glowing, emitting.
The sun can be felt
But it cannot be reached.
Distance.
The shadow will not turn,
But the ship will cross the line.
I will walk away.
Passive.
Silly, oh, that silly little thing.
A Haiku
An empty stomach
But I am full, consumed by
What could never be
That's it. I'm really hoping for a good weekend ahead.
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