Terms of social media engagement

i’m not a fuckboy,
i don’t have a side girl,
and i don’t know a bruh.
i work towards a relation,
my relation is platonic,and i have a brother.
my spell check
doesn’t check grammar.
my grammar is personal,
although it knows the law,
it loosely adheres.
the social media i experience
is anything but what it proclaims.
in fact, it expounds the opposite.
let the side girl and fuckboy talk, bruh.
you know their exchange?
…
if it’s not instant gratification,
than it’s not worth anything.
unfortunately, that which takes time
holds true that which is true and honest.
if you cannot put in the time,
then you’re not worthy of the action.

Difference makes

united in similarity
distinctly original
in between:
it holds together,
it tears apart,
it distinguishes,
it is you,
it is not you,
it is a beginning,
it is an end.

It is, maybe, or is it?

no?
not this one…
one,
two,
three,
not it.
if it
was,
it will
be.
you know…
no?

Art lives

to imagine
life
without
art,
is to
die.

Compromising slants

i see what’s in front of me
what, you mean it’s beside me?
well where is it that you stand?
position directs a view
in need of compromise.
our slant is reinforced
by similar angles.
so who can be wrong
when an object is viewed
by all perspectives?

Fall under being

that is what you are.
change if you must,
in the end,
you are the same.

What does this mean?

the words i use
mean what you will
and what i think.
what do they mean?

Remembering what happened and more

memory is a touchy subject
because it has a tendency
to elaborate.
facts lived are
more adamantly detailed
upon recollection,
but during such
reflections are mirrored
the ideals of misconception.
preconception tends the
grounds of deception.

Familiar unknowns

these passing faces
leave impressions.
ghosts of memory
coloured by
imagination.
exaggerated being
live a past of an
ideated reality.

Lemonaide

i saw you
and you looked
happy.
could i shame you?
no.
what i gave you
left you sour.
i didn’t know how
to sugar coat
lemonade.