Imposter Syndrome
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I have one talent

And that is that

I write bad
"Poetry"
Very Quickly

The Cabal
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There is a conspiracy of history

Of reality and simplicity

Of inertia and exertion

It traps you with the constructed assertion

Of being shut in and in a rut

That it’s clear-cut that you’re a wing-nut

It tells you that you are engaging in sophistry

It’s lying

It’s lying

Don’t listen to it

It’s lying

Devour the bitter false misery

And engage yourself in mystery

#poetry

Dichotomy, Or, pt 1
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Of all the faults of old magic, perhaps the worst is

The Idea

That all things have an equal and opposite like

A Mirror

And that magic, elusive as it be

Is Found

In the friction between those opposites

Black and White, or

Man and Woman, or

Good and Evil, or

High and Low, or

Above and Below

THE WORST THING

You can feel it in your bones

Cresting a wave, riding on top of the ocean

You know that when you look down

That’s where you’ll be soon

You can’t stop it any more than you could gravity

So carpe diem

Grab the bull by the horns

Other such cliches

It’s going to be a trip.

#poetry #depression

A repost from an old tumblr

I love you
Because when you hit
Inevitable failure
Like a pothole in the highway
You pick yourself up and
Unabashed and
Unashamed
Get up to fail again

#poetry