Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious tis sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
The square root of you
Is a simple equation
People all across the nation
Might not have a clue
but the square root of you
Is you
You can't simplify what's already perfect
Science can say we're all flawed
ELA can say we're all wrong
Social studies can say, we're all discorded
But math states that we're all perfect
no connection
detached from hubbub
gloomy weather in head
hanging in the jaws of defeat
unrest for discorded tune of hearts
burning due to dissonance
unsympathetic relationship
so rambling in silence
Written on: 25th April 2016
First time written: Poem on musing
I heard an old song
of a bird yesterday
an ancient bird
proportionate figure
discoloured
feeble at wings
music discorded.
A halt turned me to see it
A fossil turned me to see it
A songbird which I met yesterday
A song which I met yesterday
turned me to halt and feel
the beauty of truth
among the changes.
My life,
It's spinning in circles,
I'm going around and around,
It's too crowded in here,
And I can't breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating,
In this heated room,
Where were you when I needed you?
It's like you see right through me,
You don't see me as I am.
Your vision's distorted,
It feels like my life's so discorded.
Everything seems so wrong,
No matter what I do.
I don't even know what I can do.
I'm on both ends of the spectrum,
Waiting for the love and lies,
That you're constantly feeding to me.
I've tried and tried to show you,
What I can do, and who I can be,
But it doesn't matter to you,
Because you don't see me.
You never saw the life in my eyes,
You only saw me cry,
So why did life have to happen this way?
And why do I have to put up with all these tricks.
It doesn't feel worth it.
I BET It's not worth it.
INTRANSIGENCECapricious in opinion
Parental – High handedness
Work put in
By sentinel minions
Juggernaut enthused
Serial circumstance
Discorded use. Abstinence!
Crushed! UNDONE!
Inconsonance
I am slighted. Rebuffed!
Disinherited
Urgency brings revolution
Insurgence
Of divine retribution.
End.
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