Looking confused

she looked at me,
and i looked at her.
we both seemed
a bit confused.
maybe it was
that we had
nothing to say,
didn’t know
what to say,
or had
nothing to say.
hell, it could have
been we just
had nothing to say
and we wondered,
what are you
looking at?

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Well, spoken badly

what did i say?
no seriously, what did i say?
i can’t remember if it
was positive or negative.
wait, to whom would it
be positive or negative?
crap, never mind.
can you just recount
what i’ve said,
i need to judge
for myself.

Normalcy not so normal

we’re both human.
but you like this,
i like that.
you behave like this,
i behave like that.
well, can that be normal?
of course, difference is normal.
yet, what’s with this classifying one another in terms of normalcy?
a mental illness, or difference in what’s typical is not normal,
but we’re suppose to accept homosexuality as normal?
i think we’re all normal.
but when comparing each other,
our differences make us abnormal.
why?
because we’re different,
and what you say is right,
i say is wrong.
i read somewhere that it’s easiest to point out difference,
but harder to connect with the similarities.
it maybe be difficult to accept the differences,
but maybe it’s easier to do so
if we remember we’re all part of the
same whole.

Playing towards a new game

games are fun.
i like playing them.
i’m not the best,
nor am i good.
maybe i’m the worst,
but i can follow.
the rules are confusing
and always changing.
on top of that,
there are other players.
if understanding the rules
weren’t difficult enough,
now i must understand
these players.
if not at least try to be
conscious
of their playing.
i find it easiest to play alone,
but get confused with more players.
i shouldn’t get so anxious.
as far as i know,
we’re playing the same game.
each with their own
interpretation.
i must adjust my game
to encompass more than
just myself.
shit,
i think
i’ll start a
new game.