Poems
C'est Vrai
I'm happy.
No, I'm very happy.
Yes, in a sarcastic way.
No, I dunno what's happening.
Yes, you're confused.
No, I'm deceived.
Yes, you are not.
No, I'm just feelin' weird.
Yes, you are weird.
No, I can feel some anger inside.
Yes, you do.No, these are all projections.
Yes, you displace rather.
No, impossible since no medium.
Yes, there is, yourself.
No, it can't be.
Yes, you just can't accept it.
No, I'm acting the real thing.
Yes, the real you.
No, everything's not the real you.
Yes, people make the real you.
No, I let them make the real me.
Yes, that's what you show them.
No, you're right.
Yes, it's just that nobody knows you.
No, who knows?
Yes, it's complicated.
No, I just complicate things.
Yes, you are complicated.
No, I make things complicated.
Yes, the problem is you.
No, the problem is with me.
Yes, that is what they don't know about you.
No, I am just deceiving them.
Yes, they're deceived.
No.Yes.I am just not happy.
Dragged? Don’t be coz you'll never be.
Weird
I am weird.
Never been so weird.
Never negatively weird, I guess.
Thanks for the people I used to talk to, sensibly.
Thanks for the laughter.
Thanks for the moments.
Super thanks.
This is my only way of expressing how thankful I am having you.
8:05 PM
Thursday, June 02, 2005
