Smile
Creases at the corners of your lips let me know how colorful your face can get, and it’s warming that I’m able to distinguish between an honest formation, caused by my own words of thoughtful truth, and a moment captured when you are saying cheese.
The Camera
To look through the lens is sometimes difficult. Focus on the tragedy. One hundred stills of awful lawlessness. One thousand stiff with rigor mortis. One relatively inexpensive tool capturing it all to digital memory. One day something will find a lost culture, and won’t have to wonder why.
Ascension
Rise up. To an occasion. That moment of self-realization where, upon recognizing the garbled nonsense dripping from an antagonist’s mouth, you know of your capabilities to abscond from frivolous argumentation and leave, quietly letting your footsteps do the talking. But, fuck you, douche bag is just so much fun to say.
*I'm really trying to explore new worlds in the form of style and content with my poetry...I've never seen a poem written like this before, so I thought, why not. It was fun to write, and I enjoyed creating the story that only this style could tell.
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