Poems

Words I’d like to call art.

Frame

everything is in frame

everything just the way u wanted it

everything because you’re a visual learner

everything because this is the ground we stand on

everything around me feels far

this feels far from the truth 

far from what i’ve been told as burn

everything is so much more than fun

everything costs me time, wine, dignity

everything is bland

the whole thing is rigged

but whats boundaries if you asked for it

a win is still a win

everything, you demand

everything, i gave 

everything in frame

everything but my face

I don’t like calling my art poems though much might say so, I never think that my silly little writings are ever good enough to be called “art” I always thought that, that would make actual poets felt invalidated. But if art is whatever the artist thinks is, then I’d like to think that this is art.

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