Bent to see straight

she stood bent
but she saw me
we both crossed the road
our trajectories intersect
she gave her line
of which i paid five
we’ve met before
hopefully today
brings tomorrow

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Receipt disappointment

just throw it away
and don’t think
about it.
out of sight
out of mind,
but the mind
still sees.
could-have-been
phantoms live
in possibility.
reality discredits
an imagination
disillusioned of
what could’ve be.
churning chance
in a vat of hopefulness,
likeliness speaks nil,
cooking a disingenuous delirium.

Bark said the cat

What an upside down it was to land right side up. The direction seems irrelevant, of course if you didn’t mind suspension. Look, there’s a sign. No, there it is. Can’t you see it. You just missed it. That’s okay, here comes another one. What do you mean you don’t understand? It’s in front of you and you’re still confused. Hmm. Okay, how about you step down from two legs and get back to crawling on all fours? How’s that going? I know the view is not the best, but it seems like looking at shit will make you want to stand again. It’s alright you know, slow and easy with the race. Okay, so if it’s a sprint, no, slow always loses. But if it’s a marathon, then you’ve got this. Turn you head and slowly you’re legs will follow. It not, get your mind into it.

Second year complete, phew.

Just finished and feeling relieved, akin to, although less perverted and vulgar, as taking a shit. Nervous being part of my disposition, i was doubtful of my results, well with minor hope. There were things that I’ve completed over the school year that I liked and other projects that caused me grief.
I was called in, after my loose presentation of semester’s work, and my teachers made clearer, although known, my strengths and weaknesses. They’ve passed me, under the condition that I work on weaknesses. I’m greatful that they did that because I felt my weaknesses to be so poor that it would prohibit me from continuing one of my main interests life. The light they shed upon what I already knew was from a different angle, and one of positive criticism, which does not come from my self-talk. So although that I knew already where I needed help, their perspective and approach affirmed in me a glimmer of hope, that my doubt extinguishes.

Now, this blog has been a stepping stone in the sphere of social media, but I can confidently say that continuing this blog might come to an end. My teacher who assigned this project wrote that I should continue. And yes, I think it would be great practice and it’s a continuance of my learning, but what I say and have said, I feel and think is of no great loss to the greater whole. What I think and feel is something I feel is only relevant to myself, and to communicate it to another would be in vain. A vainity that both inflate and deflate my ego, which I think does more harm than good. I prefer not to pop nor to fizz out.
With all being said, I’ve decided to throw the penny my teacher gave me into the well, in search for a meaning in the ripples.