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The Words of a Stereotypical Lunatic

Sometimes

things move

when I’m not looking at them.

 

Sometimes

I feel like

people are spying on me.

 

Often

I see and hear things

which others can not.

 

Yesterday

the text on my computer screen

changed while I couldn’t see it,

but it stayed the same.

 

Moments ago

a girl was looking at me in the hall,

she is not real.

 

Right now

these words are being stored

to be used against me,

nobody cares about my poetry.

 

To make these thoughts exist

is both an act of

self exploration

and self destruction.

 

This is a dangerous game,

I am scared.

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2 Comments

  1. I’m scared too. very gripping. the curse of the poet, my friend is that no one reads poetry…except those that understand. I am one of those. But we’re in a small minority. I write to confront my demons, mostly…and in that lies the purpose. please keep writing.

  2. Creative minds go through such, at times.
    I care about your poetry and others, I learn much
    from reading other poets views.

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