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I am a rubber band
that can stretch
into any direction
to a certain extent.
I can stretch further
into one direction
than into two directions
than into three directions
than into infinite possibilities.
But I want to stretch
into every direction possible
with the maximum range.
How far before I snap?
(Or can I learn how to choose first?
Can I learn how to shape shift
according to relevance?
To lean towards the essential,
letting go of distractions?
Can I learn
which is the perfect extent
for each of my directions?
So that I may have tension
without growing weary?
So I might slowly stretch my horizon
a little further than before
into each of the relevant directions ?)
that can stretch
into any direction
to a certain extent.
I can stretch further
into one direction
than into two directions
than into three directions
than into infinite possibilities.
But I want to stretch
into every direction possible
with the maximum range.
How far before I snap?
(Or can I learn how to choose first?
Can I learn how to shape shift
according to relevance?
To lean towards the essential,
letting go of distractions?
Can I learn
which is the perfect extent
for each of my directions?
So that I may have tension
without growing weary?
So I might slowly stretch my horizon
a little further than before
into each of the relevant directions ?)
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
Literature
21st century child
The most important thing I've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is to never Never NEVER
let them come near your computer screen ever.
Oh yes, I know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
They will spend their entire day
Texting and clicking and typing away, but hey!
At least you can wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
What this social media and whatnot
Does it your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!!
I
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This is my entry for the monthly challenge of my group #Dreamers-Welcome. The theme for the month may is self-portrait. I think this poem comes quite close to what I currently am and feel like. But every self-portrait is always a snapshot in time, so even this vague self-portrait might change again as I define myself further.
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I am the chain torn asunder
that can break
and falls into a single pile
of uncertain height.
I can't break much more
before I am just pieces
piled up in one pile
piled up so very high
a pile of definite inpredictability.
But I don't want to break,
I want my own direction
with the shortest end.
Not much longer until I am just fragments...
(Or can I forget that I didn't have a choice in the end?
Can I forget that can't be something else
when placed in comparison?
To stand up against the wants,
taking hold of my focus?
Can I forget
the imperfection before me
as I stand in place?
So that I may have some release
and finally have some rest?
So I might quickly break my barrier
so much more than thought I would
in the only path I saw in front of me?)
that can break
and falls into a single pile
of uncertain height.
I can't break much more
before I am just pieces
piled up in one pile
piled up so very high
a pile of definite inpredictability.
But I don't want to break,
I want my own direction
with the shortest end.
Not much longer until I am just fragments...
(Or can I forget that I didn't have a choice in the end?
Can I forget that can't be something else
when placed in comparison?
To stand up against the wants,
taking hold of my focus?
Can I forget
the imperfection before me
as I stand in place?
So that I may have some release
and finally have some rest?
So I might quickly break my barrier
so much more than thought I would
in the only path I saw in front of me?)