Poems

Words I’d like to call art.

Impending peace

living is all about learning

one lesson that’s never ending;

the lesson of finding yourself

accepting who you found

embody who you accepted 

understand who you present yourself as

express who you know best

what happens when you’re done?

you’re put to rest

you turn into another person’s lesson

you became a cheat sheet for your loved ones

whilst you cross your fingers and hope

that you made their life easier by a spectacle

the same way your grandmother did

the same way your friend did

by now you stay where you are

watching everyone step away

and hoping none of them look back in reminiscent 

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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