Today
I was thrown out
Of the abyss I call
A state of mind
An Abyss of
Nothingness where I
Can lie asleep
Without a doubt in my
Oh so underlying being
Of uncouth,oafish
Self-Accomplishment
Defined by my inability
To cope with the things
I can no longer understand
Or the things I find inconceivable
And most likely fictional
Due to the lack of information
That is not currently being present or
Presented to me at the moment
So instead of complaining
I think I'd rather decide to deal with it,
These Tendencies I resort to
To synthesize between these fictional and
Non-fictional methods
To decide among all things
If I perceive myself from getting drowsy
Of these things I decide I'd like to do
That seem unfair to my perception of
This thing I call and have called
Reality, which I find to be
Somewhat of a make believe place
Where no work can be done
And not a single spark of a dream
I can achieve without outside
Interference referred to as "Help"
And outsourcing of people with
Rallied spirits filled with pep
To possibly further this "achieving"
And as it seems since I do not
Perceive these things as per say
To reality's constantly renewed standards
I would find that I'd rather
Become a mantis shrimp
so I may perceive such frivolous
Tendencies of things I can no longer
Complete or understand.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
