i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

the nonsense of a broken mind

[I put a few poems through a predictive text interface and got these disasters.]

I find it rather odd, this road.
Because you are not hesitant to run, if you wish...
You will never wonder, what led me here?
You cannot try and do not hesitate to run, if you wish...
Just don't look back, at the way back.
Although only to realize it was for nothing.
You will never make it.
That is the confines of reality,
forced through the disastrous We,
awaken, trapped within your bones spiked,
pinpricks of reality,
forced through to walk along shards of glass,
the glass road is the impossible truth.
The truth. The truth. The unbelievable truth.
The chill already in you. .
Dream and do not hesitate to run, if you wish...
Just don't look back, at the way from which people
cover their ears and beg for sweet ignorance.
But, to dream. To dream. To dream
and walk the road of shards,
looking forward into a darkness few would turn back around.

~~~

Maybe I'm a modern Sylvia Plath,
but one who can't decide between hazel and gold eyes.
How could I have let myself come to this,
I thought for once I'd gotten it right.
But maybe I'm always wrong,
and there's white and there's the one who haunts my one a.m. dreams.
There's no such thing as falling apart
and the one who haunts my one a.m. dreams.
There's no such thing as a happy ending
when you don't know how to fall
the one is collapsing.
There's white and everyone is collapsing.
There's no such thing as past and future,
every inch of grating static in between.
I'm rope in tug-of-war,
fraying and falling apart and
gold eyes. Honey wheat hair and

~~~