The way the world spins is a little weird compared to the way time works. Time is weird compared to the way people work. People are weird compared to the ways animals work. Everything weird unto itself and its own manner. I am weird unto myself in my own manner. I should know, I see myself differently everytime i look in the mirror. Some days I'm happy when I see my reflection. Some days.... Not so much. And everything somehow leads back to the same question every single time.... Who are you, kid? Who am I? I don't know. I'm just some guy, floating around space and time trying to answer that same question. Saying I know who I am is the equivalent of saying I've passed every single math test I ever took........ I failed the majority..... I don't know who I am, and maybe that's why I'm here. I know somewhat of what I am. I'm a stick of TNT lit from both ends. I'm a poet who describes things in ways so bizarre no one around can comprehend. I'm the main act of the Circus and I can't even finish my own dang act because the finishing act is my death and Hell, I am not ready for that. I am Atlas. Atlas the Titan. The God of Astronomy. The God who helped guide sailors across the seas with his constellations. The titan who held the world on his shoulders as the protector of Earth. I am Atlas, I may not seem like much, I’m not a god nor a guardian, I’m just a Poet. A pessimistic poet. I’m also Puffy. Puffy the Poet. A Hopeless Romantic. A Hater of Love. A kid who hates. A kid who loves. A kid who wants to die, but also wants to live. A kid who has dreams to be something big, but also be something small. Atlas, the boy who doesn’t try or tries too hard. I'm no one, or maybe I am someone. I don’t know who I am. I know my name, I know that I have one talent. I know I love music. I love to dance. I know what I hate as well. I hate to hurt myself and others. I hate to be too loud. I hate to cry in the middle of the night. I hate to not go to bed on time. I hate to be a problem, to be an issue. I hate to hate. I hate to love. I love to hate. I love to love. I’m Atlas…… whoever that may be.
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The World of A Poet
Poetryhi, I'm Atlas, this is my book of poetry. some poetry is longer than others. some are more sad. most chapters will be fairly short. hope you enjoy!
