i write high school drunk on drug
with my consciousness ebbed
emotions mostly jagged
and my legs are covered in hair,
unshaven
i wear skirts and shorts
and walk around
with hair on legs for all to see
and the world shuns me
and no one wants to befriend me
permutations and combinations
of conforming
of how to be and not to be
and that's what they teach me
in mathematics
integration to make whole
differentiation to reduce to parts
and pick them on
my anxieties, insecurities,
fears eat it all in glee
and i still walk around with
garden of hair
fertilized by not bathing habits
and in chemistry class
i revise periodic table
an organized array of
all the chemical elements
in order of increasing
atomic numbers
but i have lost most
of my protons
i am made of helium
and hydrogen
i try to have conversation
in my head with you
and i talk to you with
my hands tied and mind
with a crack
filled with disconnected
neurons and tired synapses
the force of conversation
not reducing with
distance
disproving the Coulomb's law
as i, the unwilling draw
a life with no purpose
no direction only indifference
physics doesn't really get me
so i turn to commerce
accountancy and business studies
not interested, tripping on weeds
steering clear of my friends
and my violent memories
innocently pierce through me
and i stand here,
here in this distorted world
living in a paradise
where nothing is recoverable
and trapped inside a home
of truth that seems so bleak
i write high school with you
in my head who is
completely blind to life
then i turn nineteen
and tides change
the garden stays but
hides behind fabrics
fertilized by bathing habits
and mind awaits sun rising.
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Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
