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What's down there?
What is that species I see? Why are they attacking?
Why are they killing?
Why can’t they let us be?
Throwing things at me.
Attempting to break my outer shell.
My rock like outside does not shield me.
My smooth and flavorful white insides tempt them.
Climbing towards us,
Making their way up,
Slowly and timidly.
They eventually make their way up,
Eating my family.
Thankfully I am the runt,
Small and empty
Nobody wants me,
To eat me,
To take me.
I guess for once being forgotten is a blessing,
Thankfully ignored.
Why do those things want us?
Can't they see
Can't they see
We are alive,
Cant they see?
Stop throwing rocks at us
Stop scooping our guts out
The supple juice that spills out
It is not for you
Cant they see
Can't they see
We are alive
Cant they see?
“I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for
several weeks.”
Daniel Boone
Lost is a royal blue blanket
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to turn
“I’m lost,” I say
But no one can hear
No one is here,
It’s just me and this royal blue blanket
All that surrounds me is opaque scenes,
Opaque scenes of
Royal blue
Of royal blue blankets
No tares
No rips
No patches
Continuous blue
Endless threads
Nothing to lead my way as I fold this royal blue blanket
No sense of direction
Nowhere to start or end
I struggle continuously
Fighting a battle against a blanket
Folding one way and another until I must begin once again
Numerous attempts,
Each ended with failure
There is nowhere to go,
I am surrounded by opaque scenes,
Blinded by color,
Lost
Is a royal blue blanket
“I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.”
Robert Frost
I remember that day
That day in summer
That summer morning
That long morning in June
I remember
The smell
Of sweet, sweet lavender
Smooth and tender
I remember
The taste
Of spicy cinnamon
Sharp and vicious
I remember
The noise
Of creaking wood
Ancient and retired
I remember
The sight
Of the sunrise
Renewing and blissful
I don't remember
The color of the flannel shirt you wore that day
The day the sun beat down on our backs,
Filling our bodies with heat and warmth
Memories jumbled,
Some over powering others.
Dazed and confused.
I don’t remember the feeling of safety
The way you would lead me in the dark,
As we made our way home.
I cant quite make it out.
The feeling of having you by my side, the company.
Ah ha
I don’t remember
You
“I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my
mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.”
Ernie Pyle
They call me 84 Plus…
TI-84 Plus
Graphing, adding, subtracting,
Multiplying, dividing
And simplifying for those unable to comprehend mathematics
Ooh
Aah
How? Why? When? Where?
Children awe at my skills
My mysteriously confusing abilities
It’s all in the numbers, I say
Functions, inverses, and equations
I express this to the close minded users
But no one hears,
No one listens
Speechless and unheard
I continue my work
It’s a lonely life as a calculator
Long hours and no rest
Slaving away
Rational, irrational, there is no resting
Integers and prime numbers,
All that jazz
What is it like to be a human?
I wonder and I imagine
Dazed and confused.
But nothing seams realistic
What is life if it is not the life of a calculator?
All I know,
Is that the life I lead,
The life of entrapment,
Is occupied by slaving away and being thrown around.
I am Lost and found,
Dazed and confused.
What is love?
What is hate?
Are they not the same thing?
You hate to love, and love to hate.
Going hand in hand,
Breaking bones
Or even
Breaking hearts?
Rooting from love,
Ending with hate.
But what is this thing we call love anyways?
And hate?
Bipolar emotions,
Confusing my senses.
Influxes of emotions:
Smitten and ripped.
The after math of both-
Painful and continuous.
Never getting rid of this feeling of pain.
What is love?
What is hate?
Are they not the same thing?
“I frequently hear our present period described as uncertain,
confused, chaotic.”
George Crumb