Instead of my normal ramblings, I instead present 2 pretentious poems of my own crafting to you, along with a picture of myself as a South Park character:
1.
I live inside this box
this Rubik’s Cube
six sides, each with a different face to show you
I keep thinking that if I twist and turn enough
eventually everything will line up
every surface will be perfect
each colored square in its place
Is that who I am?
Can I just keep adjusting until I look
just like the picture on the package?
Could I be complete if the blue squares were
allowed
to stay mingled with the red
passion and melancholy
the flip sides of love?
When I turn under you
your hands feel rough on my sides
2.
Tie a black ribbon ‘round the old oak tree
to celebrate the death of me
and drink a toast to the measure of my worth
a mouth full of blood and sand
and shattered earth
Rage slides across the land like oil and burns
black smoke clouds the eyes
unheard above the cacophony of fear
from the lips of we monkeys chattering
past sins phoenix-like now rise
We are brothers you and I
in all the ways we find to hate
from the cradle of life
to the valley of death
We are two Cains, unable
to see beyond our fathers lies.
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